Interior Design (Phan)

7 1/2 Minutes

(Warnings: Swearing and probaby some spelling mistakes)

*Wednesday Morning, Phil's Point of View*

        The walk from Dan's flat to our internship was quiet. It was the sort of quiet that was nice to have when I needed to clear my head. And thinking was something I definitely needed to do. Sleep was another thing, but at the moment it seemed less necessary in contrast to comprehending my thoughts and feelings. I weighed the two most important things in my life as of right now on an imaginary scale. My internship, and Dan. On one hand, my internship with the design company was my biggest priority, because it could seriously effect my future. My internship was not to be taken lightly, but on the other hand, neither were me feelings for Dan. Dan sure as hell wasn't the sweetest boy I'd ever met, but he was a total cutie. It makes me sound like I'm living in the world of Strawberry Shortcake when I say that, but if I'm going to be honest with myself, he really is drop dead gorgeous. 

        Dan and I had devised a plan to enter the building and look like we didn't come in together, because we both know how that ended last time, even though nothing really changed between us, we still talked, rule or no rule. And the plan we had come up with could be finished in a mere 7 1/2 minutes, depending on elevator traffic.

        Our plan consisted of myself going to the coffee shop across the way, and grabbing a cup for myself so it looked like I did something different in the morning than Dan had done, I also wasn't going to turn down a chance for coffee, even if I had to pay for it. By the time I would have gotten my coffee, Dan would be heading up the elevator to his office. I would grab my drink, and head on in after that. It was kind of a shitty plan, but it would at least make it apparent that we weren't sleeping together, even if I wanted to. But I'd never tell him that.

        Needless to say, our plan worked. Nobody suspected a thing. My coffee tasted like archaic dumpster, but it made the plan all more believable I guess. According to Dan it did anyway. I approached my office and unlocked the door. I still don't understand why this company gives full offices to their interns, like, why wouldn't they just share? I guess it would be easier to break rule number one of no stealing, but I think we're both old enough to know that stealing is unacceptable.

        Today was a rather slow day, which I liked. It meant that I could enjoy myself and my internship without being bothered.

*Dan's Point Of View*

        By the time I slipped into my office after Phil and I's little excursion, I already had racked up a grand total of two missed phone calls. One from and unknown number, and one from Mrs. Julian. I decided to call her back later, my internship was calling. I mean, I guess calling her back wouldn't hurt my chances for the top spot, but I also don't think it would make a very dramatic difference either, so I let it slide. I'll get to it later.

        My creativity seemed to go idle, so I headed to YouTube, hoping something could get the creative juices flowing again. I found a few videos on interior design, but they all had the Shutter Stock logo slapped across the front, and I had seen them all before. However, I did find one that peaked my interest.

        It was kind of one of those 'top ten exotic house' videos. You know the sort. I cant say it sparked anything within me, but it made sketching my set a lot easier.

        After a little over an hour and quarter cup of tea, I had a rough sketch in front of me. I was pretty proud of it, if I may say so myself. I slipped it into the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, and walked to the Red Room, for an "Urgent Meeting."