Craving Blue (18+ Only)

Bumped

I glanced around the trade center's lobby which was a bit too polished for my taste. First time I have ever been here and I was surprised by how many people walked in and out through the enormous glass doors. Labeled with the logo of Hardy Brothers, which represented how a human hand sticks out a wineglass to another human hand.

I glared at the blonde chick behind the reception-like desk, which was eyeing me for more than ten minutes now. She whispered something into another bimbo's ear next to her, without breaking eye contact with me. Universal sign that they were talking about me.

Bitch.

I shook my head and reached into the pocket of my light brown knee-length coat, pulling out my phone so I could call Susan.

Not to my surprise, Susan didn't pick up. Why do you even have a phone if you don't bother picking it up, idiot? I thought, puffing angrily and making my golden brown bangs raise in the air before framing my face again.

It took all my strength not to barge in the office quarters and drag Susan out of there by myself.

I sighed as I felt my phone buzzing in my left hand.

"Susan Gressner, I have been waiting for you for a half an hour now." I snapped, strongly resorted to violence, as I got strange looks from people walking by the bench I was sitting on.

Unfortunately talking through clenched teeth only made my cousin laugh on the other side.

"I was just about to come out," she stated, making me nod my head at her pathetic lying, "But," she sighed, "I got myself stuck in the bathroom toilet. I can't get out."

Karma is a bitch for making me wait for you that long, Sue.

"Okay, okay what should I do?" I asked in a low voice, standing up and grabbing my polka dot backpack. "Should I talk to someone?"

"Yes, you idiot. Go talk with the blonde bimbo at the desk." She commanded and I hung up. I laughed internally at our matching references of the girl.

As I approached the desk, I couldn't help but note the way everybody was dressed and the way I was dressed. I looked down my body, frowning at my minty colored wool turtleneck and dark jeans.

When was the last time you wore a dress, Arya? I thought, mentally browsing through my wardrobe only to realize I don't own a huge collection of haute couture dresses.

I placed my hands on the desk and leaned on one elbow. "Hello there," I said at the blondie who had her eyes glued on the computer screen in front of her.

No reaction. Are you kidding me?

I cleared my throat with the intention of getting her attention. Which I did.

Her precisely done eyebrows raised in surprise. Keeping her red lips full of hyaluron, horizontal and flat.

Everything about that chick screamed fake. The moment she shifted her gaze to me, she plastered an insincere forced smile, the corners of her eyes creasing. She looked like a certificated member of The Purge squad.

"Can I help you?" she said, her voice sounding the exact same way I imagined it would. High-fuckïng-pitched.

I sighed heavily. "My cousin got stuck in the toilet," I said, mentally repeating my words and realizing how idiotic that must have sounded.

Blondie's eyes shifted to the big security guy who was standing no more than three feet away. Oh God, I scared her.

"She works here. Her name is Susan Gressner." I said, bobbing my head after each word, trying to sound as much understandable as I could.

Her face relaxed a little and she smirked. She turned to the other blondie on her side, whispering something in her ear.

After whatever she felt the need to say to her horror look-a-like, Miss Hyaluron Lips returned to her previous posture and started typing on her computer. Again.

I felt the blood in my veins starting to boil as I kept my eyes fixated on that disgusting creature with not a single hair that wasn't implanted or put there by mother nature.

I stomped angrily with one foot on the hard marble beneath me. Glancing at the gates of the office quarter which were guided by a bunch of machines, which unfortunately you needed a pass for. I cursed at Sue for getting to work at such an uptight company.

Think, Arya. Think.

Staring at the guy who was peacefully standing next to the machine, a smirk tugged on my lips.

"Excuse me, I lost my daughter and I can't find her. My small bundle of sunshine is this tall," I sobbed, trying to sound convincing. I waved my hands in front of my stomach, showing exactly how tall was my imaginary daughter.

"Miss, I-" he tried saying, looking down at me with concern.

But once I was getting my acting skills out, I couldn't get out of my role.

"She is too young." I cried, clinging to his jacket, almost knocking the guy on the floor.

"Okay, Okay." He said waving his hands, and I plastered my puss in boots grimace.

He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me in an attempt to stop me from sobbing.

"I will look this way," he said and pointed a finger at the elevators, "you look this way." He pointed opposite.

I nodded my head intensely and watched him turn his back and start walking. Immediately, I ran to the machines.

But as I was desperately trying to swing my left leg over the small barrier, I heard him shout.

"Hey, where are you going," the security guy shouted and started running towards me.

As quickly as I could, I jumped off the machine, a meter from the ground. I let out a squeal and sprinted down the burgundy colored hall.

Without stopping, I ran into people. Piles of documents flew everywhere as I tried my best not to crash into vending machines and trash bins.

Sadly, I had to choose the wrong time to look back at the nearly catching up security guy.

Because when I was about to change the direction of my running, I collided into someone's hard rock chest.