Luck // Clark Kent

Another day

        Today has been quite busy, I was doing a poster about Superman and other advertisements my co-workers told me to do. It was irritating, they complain what I have created for them, like talking to a child whose voice was all soft and understanding because they knew not to anger me. "The color is too bright." or "Make the image bigger." and other aggravating remarks. I don't know, maybe they could perhaps explain it to me what they want for the poster instead of saying "Just go do your job." How was I supposed to do my job if they weren't to expound it?

        I was scribbling furiously on a piece of paper, muttering how imbecile some associates are. It even made me ponder why I work at this company.

        I threw the pen across the table, hitting my monitor as it bounces off. I slumped back on my chair and drew out a big sigh, rubbing my temples for the headaches that they have caused me.

        I went over to Zach's workplace who was busy talking to Clark, "Guys, can we get something to eat? Not in this loathsome building." I can't stand to be with someone who kept disturbing me and my thoughts.

        Their eyebrows quirked, "Alright." said Zach.

        "What happened?" Clark asked.

        I grumbled, "Our stupid associates, that's what."

        We left and had a light snack in the nearest cafe. It was a relaxing one, the aroma of teas and coffees, and the smell of a new baked bread roaming around the room. The quiet chatters of the people and polite greetings that you can't help but feel at ease.

        I chose the booth next to a window, always next to the panel because I always like observing the view of the busy streets. It was always full of life and stories. People with their phones in their ears walking in fast paced, families with their bags on for a trip, and a lot more that has an interesting life than I even do in my life.

        Zach said across of me, "You're pissed at our co-workers."

        "Yeah."

        "And you decided to eat?"

        "Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

        I was eating a croissant. Nothing was wrong with eating while you're mad, at least I get to stab the bread instead of a real human being.

        "Maybe it's Jade's way of stress relief." Clark chuckled.

        "Yeah, you could say that."

        Zach's expression was still muddled, even for a long time of knowing me, he never seem to be used on how I do my way. I remember him gaping at me when I finished a tub of my favorite ice cream, there was no particular reason why I was eating the sweet. I just loved the taste of it.

        "Jefferson, you're asking as if 'why some girls eat ice cream when they're sad.'"

        He shrugged.

        "At least I get to stab this instead of a person." I muttered. Repeating what I thought earlier.

        "Jade, are you on your red day?"

        I laughed loudly causing some people around us to turn around at the sudden sound, even Clark was amused at him. "No." I said.

        Clark smiled, "Well, you're smiling now, that's good enough for me."

        "It was just irritating. They told me to do it and then they complain because it's not what they want. It's not my fault they didn't explain it then expect me to do what they thought were.