Luck of a Chubby Girl

Chapter 7

Even though I only knew these people for almost three days now, I felt lucky to work alongside them. The crew I was introduced to was incredibly nice to me. In such a busy day like this one was, I tried helping as much as I could, but they would also help me a lot. When I was kind of lost, not knowing how to do something I was asked to do, the girls would come to me and help me do it. They we're very nice to me, chatty and always smiling. When I was doing physical labor, the men would come and grab the heavy stuff. Maybe because they felt guilty I had carried all that food alone.

Either way, I immediately got attached to them. I trusted people easily, particularly people I had to see every day. I would hold back when it came to my own personal things, but otherwise I would help them as much as I could, I would believe them. It was just the kind of person I am.

So when after such a long day I saw one of my female co-workers in the corner of the room, with her head down and hunched shoulders, I couldn't just ignore it. Everyone was still busy with something, we had just arrived from the TV show the boys were taping that day. I approached her silently, noticing it was Mindy, and lightly touched her arm to call her attention.

She quivered slightly, surprised with my touch, but calmed down seeing it was me. Her eyes were red and I understood she was trying not to cry.

- Oh, it's you Olivia... - she said, her voice a whisper. She cleared her throat before speaking again. – Do you need something?

- Do you want to go have a coffee downstairs? I'll go with you – I offered, not sure how to console her. She obviously was trying to hide her sadness, so I shouldn't bring it up unless she wanted to.

- No, no, thank you. You go.

- I don't really want a coffee this late at night... I was hoping it would make you feel better to get out of here.

- I'm fine. After work I'll just go out and dance my problems away – she said with a sad smile.

- Dance it's very therapeutic – I nodded. – It's the most entertaining physical activity in my book, it really helps to unleash the bad stuff away.

- Did you ever dance to unload? – she asked, curious.

- Of course! I dance really hard when I get mad! – I confessed.

Because she actually gave me a small but honest smile at that, probably envisioning me dancing, I decided to give her a little demonstration. I looked around, making sure no one was watching us. The staff was very busy, many people around the computer, the others around a table discussing the papers on top of it. The boys from Unusual7 were still on their way, they got retained back at the TV show.

I gathered courage, thinking I was just helping someone, and started dancing silently to an upbeat song in my mind. It was embarrassing, but it made my co-worker laugh with sincerity. She didn't seem to be at the verge of tears anymore.

- You only dance when you're angry? – she asked, still amused watching me dancing.

- Of course not. I dance every time I'm alone or a song I like comes on the air, or simply when I'm happy. Like this!

And I started to get more into it, moving my arms to an imaginary beat and moving my hips to no sound in particular. She was now laughing happily, and actually joined me.

We were both dancing shyly in the corner of the room, not loudly and so no one really realized we were having a mini party. That is, until I saw a person jump to our side and start dancing also. When I looked to this person that scared the crap out of me, it was none other than Lucius, with a very happy look on his face as he danced too, copying out moves and making them actually look good.