café thoughts

"Do you have to work today?"

"Yeah, the deadline is in two days and the author still hasn't delivered the last chapter. So I'm going to make some hours to get that done so the editors can edit the last chapter and bring it to the printer"

"Oh, good luck then Damian. Should I come by and bring you some good food for lunch? Instead of the toxic waste the cafeteria serves"

"Oh god, yes please. I think I got diarrhea from it last time" he laughed and threw a ball across to room making Bumper run after it.

I giggled.

"Okay then I'll come by around noon"

"Thanks Snowflake"

"Anything for my best friend!"

He smiled at the last thing I said but then looked down. He stood up to go to the bathroom to shower and left me alone once again in the living room. The moment he left to go to the bathroom he glanced at me. The look on his face was rather strange, almost like he was disappointed.

Damian left for work a couple of hours ago. It was almost noon so I decided to go to his favorite sandwich café, or our favorite sandwich café, to get lunch for the both of us. I left Niklauss and Bumper alone in the apartment and went out locking the door behind me. I checked my bag to make sure I had my keys and purse. The sandwich place isn't that far away, I can walk there easily.

Once I got there I ordered two sandwiches-to-go and headed off to Damian. I hope he's not too stressed or busy at work. His work isn't too far away from the sandwich place. Just two or three blocks. I walked to a huge building with a big logo on the front and entered the lobby. Damian works at a pretty big office. It is pretty popular too. There are I think three departments here. One for teenage magazines, one for adult and elderly magazines and of course the news to put in the magazines.

I got in the lobby and asked the lady behind the desk on what floor Damian worked. She told me it was on the sixth floor and he was currently on a break. I thanked her and went into the elevator. I pushed on the sixth button. No one was in the elevator besides me. The elevator arrived at the sixth floor after a minute and I quickly walked out. Damian's desk should be right around the corner, covered in paperwork probably. I already saw Damian sitting behind his desk with one pencil behind his ear and one in his mouth which he was chewing on. It was a habit of his that goes way back till high school. Whenever he needed to concentrate he was chewing on the end of a pencil. Most girls in class thought it was gross but I found it kind of funny. It made him look as goofy as he was.

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