It's safe to say I started gravitating away from my adorable looking supervisor.
Dude seriously it's trouble.
Rule number one: never date at the workplace. It's like "don't shit where you eat" kind of thing. I screw things up. I will. Eventually.
I do.
We've been studying the compound Chance...umm I mean Dr.Chance recognized, and we started primary testing. At this stage of testing, we basically target demographics. The people with the disease. Or symptoms.
We collect certain samples of people, volunteers.
"how's it going?" Kilian spooked me.
"Don't talk to me you crap head." I kept scribbling whatever on my tab.
"Crap head? And here I thought you were more creative in that field. Pity." Kilian snorted.
"You macroscopic piece of intangible shitty molecules!"
"Yup there she is!" Ruffling my hair,"we're still on for pool and drinks after work?"
"No. Yes."
"Great. See you!" Then he went doing whatever he was going to do. Damn you Kilian. Little shit.
Maybe you should tell Chance. Maybe he could join you.
'Maybe you could shut up' I reprimanded my subconscious.
No way. No way. Chance is cute and all, the dude is bipolar. Depressed. And worse of all my current boss.
Shit he's coming this way. Act natural.
"Hey neighbor!" Natural you idiot!
"Good morning. How are the test subjects today?" He said as cold as a glacier.
Dude we shared food! That is as intimate as you can get with me.
He started typing on his pad then writing stuff on his chart.
Okay work mode on. We are at a workplace. We happened to have one meal and a walk. No biggie.
"As the rest of antidepressant medication, there is a slight increase in dopamine levels and those of serotonin levels. This is only at initial exposure so it's promising. Immediate action is promising. Immediate. Action."
Enunciating 'immediate action'. Smooth Celine. Real smooth.
"Yes I get it."
"Oh do you?" I looked at him incredulously.
He looked at me confused and bewildered, "Celine is something wrong here?"
I forgot for a split second that this person I'm dealing with has opposite extreme sides on the human emotion spectrum. He tries to keep things together, of course with the aid of medication, in order to not lose his grip.
I AM an asshole.
"So sorry. I'm hungover."
"You showed up to work hungover?"
"Yes...no...maybe" looking at his expressions expecting a response. From either answer really. "Yeah my dog died."
"You have a dog?"
"Well no...but a dog did die somewhere. That makes me really sad."
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RomantizmCeline always has a solution. Always. Everything has a solution and is fixable. Working as a biochemist, it comes with the territory. She avoided relationships her whole life, and left the ones she was in without a bat of a eye. Her latest experime...
