Work was boring.
I spent my time sitting at the front desk playing with a stapler and reading books under the table.
No one came into the gallery. People with busy lives sped past the window, teenagers with their phones out, and girls with boyfriends rapped around their hips like an accessory.
But I sat there.
And I waited.
For someone to come through the door.
I was nose deep in my book, and then I heard the bell on the door ring, and someone trip over something. Please don't trip over the art I swear to god, I do not want to clean up a 100 year old vase.
I heard laughing, then Dan and Phil stumbled around the corner. "Hey Emma, we were in town, so we wanted to pay you a visit at your new job" Phil said. Dan stood silent and nodded at Phil's statement. "Oh, well, how nice of you!" I said back. "Are you going to give us a tour of the art?" Phil asked "do you really care?" "No, I mean yes, I mean....not really". I smiled, and Phil blushed.
"We were wondering if you wanted to come to a party tonight?" A party? I'm not a social person, and I'm still really jet lagged. "Umm" Phil must have noticed my anxious tone. "Its only us, and pj" some party. " I would love to". "Cool, it's at our apartment at 5" "okay" "see you then" "bye".
And with that, the door jingled
And they were gone
Back to the stapler
