Glow Mates

The Thought Of Forever

I snap back to reality. The bus was crowded with strangers and some vaguely familiar faces. Probably seen them before or perhaps they work with me. I was standing letting women, kids, and elders sit down. I gripped the handle harder when my grandma's words repeated in my head. "You'll meet your soul mate when you and your mates chest glow bright with the same colour when you are meant to be." I was so young then.

"Did that happen with you and grandpa?" I remember little innocent me, outside late at night sitting under the stars. My bright blue eyes glistened even in the dark. My dark brown hair only to be seen by the dim glow of the moon, on it's last stage before disappearing and soon to reappear in a few days time.

"Yup." She pointed to the brightest star. "He told me when I was in doubt or sad just to look at that star and all my worries would go away. He promised me and even after death, his promise is as alive as his spirit."

"Do you miss grandpa?" I sat up looking at her. I realized there were tears in her eyes.

"Everyday."

"COME ON BUDDY! GET OFF!" I looked up to see a fat, red cheeked, bus driver. "END OF THE LINE!" I quickly walked towards him. "I'm sorry." I nodded my head as I bounced off the bus. I looked over and saw my work building. My life was easy going. I mean, im living the dream. I have a nice apartment, a nice little cat named Muffin, and a nice paying job. It's not a perfect job, every job has it's flaws but I seem to ignore them. I begin to step up the stairs to a glass door way. So cliche for New York. I pass by a secretary that works in the front. She's beautiful, smart, funny, everything a guy dreamed for... but not for me. Today her long red hair was tired back in a bun and had what appeared to be two chopsticks out of it?? She had black "hipster" glasses and she was wearing bright red lipstick which somehow it matched her bright green eyes.

"Hey Charlie!" I nodded towards her as I passed by.

"Morning!" She took a drink from her Star Wars coffee cup. She appeared busy so I left a visit for another day. I continued to walk to a staircase next to a glass elevator. I like using the stairs even if the elevator is easier. I like to get a little bit of exercise in my day... despite me sitting all day.

I took one step one after another, higher and higher, progressing slowly to the 5th floor out of 12 floors. A small building for New York but well know. By the time I reach the top I'm short of breath. I chuckled softly to myself. "I'm soooo out of shape." I have a deep voice. Most people say it's sexy, too deep, musty, or they can feel the vibrations of my Adam's apple from across Manhattan. I walk towards a room, close to my cubicle. I open the door and walked towards the coffee machine only to realize it's still brewing. "Brewing up nice, Chuck." I turn towards a man sitting at a table with a box of donuts by his side. He's on his phone playing Solitare.

"Like always." He took a bite out of an ordinary chocolate donut. I sat next to him bored. I got lost in my own thoughts, staring at a wall with a cheesy poster on it. Suddenly the beep of the coffee pot went off, signaling that heavens drink was ready. I made my way over to the pot hoping to get the first cup. Then a man with a dark black suit cut in front of me.

"Morning Darling." his voice was deep and Scottish and I hated the sound of it.

"Crowley." I said simply. I wanted the first cup and to piss me off, he went to get it first. He doesn't care if it's cold or a week old, I don't even think he likes coffee but he likes it if I like it. Jerk...

"Chuck's writing is as good as his coffee. Wouldn't you agree?" He turned and leaned against the counter in front of the coffee pot and took a sip. I said nothing. If I did he wouldn't shut up. I just glared at him. With that he smacked his lips and walked off. I took a half a step towards Chuck's delicious coffee. I began to pour myself a cup. I added a few spoonfuls of sugar. I usually like it with a bit if cream but today I feel like just regular black coffee.

I walked to the round, tan table and sat besides Chuck. "Dammit" I hear Chuck mumble under his breath. probably lost another round of solitaire. Chuck can make some fantastic coffee or write stories you would think God would wrote himself but that man cannot play solitaire. I grabbed a donut just at a random pick and ended up with a powdered donut with no hole, probably means it's filled. I took a bore to find it was cherry. Simple but one of my favorites. I took a drink of my coffee and sighed. Today was boring. the lounge was quiet and I'd have to get to work soon. like any other day.
After a few minutes of donuts, coffee, and silence, I headed towards my confined cubicle. I had a nice, worn out, leather rolling chair. it's nice and comfy but I need a new one. my desktop was sitting on the grey desk in front of the chair. I had a few pictures around my space, mostly ones of big events with coworkers, friends, or family. Others were graphs or simple hints or something related to work. I work as a secretary for a major company that produces big time electronics. Pretty big. I've been told my job is important but I'm just another pay check being written. I sighed not really knowing what to do. I finished paper work and an essay due this upcoming Friday so all I could do is wait for phone calls I guess.

A minute goes by, and being an impatient little me, I get up and start to roam. I don't worry about ever missing a call. Working for a major electronics company has it's ups. I was given a special cell phone that receives calls when I'm around 5 to 10 feet away from my desk phone. So I turn up my ringer and start walking. I walk past friends and some coworkers that I don't rather talk to much. I walk up to a wall made entirely out of windows. The city was loaded with people. New York was a nice place for a guy like me. I tend to be shy yet I like being around people. I glance down and start watching the people enter and exit the building. Then I saw a couple walking past, gripping each other's hands and smiling. Both of their hands were a light purple. Looks like they're meant to be. I grip my chest. I begin to wonder if I'll ever find some one. If I'll ever find my glow mate.

Glow mate is something spectacular. When two people, friends or complete strangers, are meant for each other, their soul glows the same colour. It does save a lot of heart break. Of course you have those silly teenagers that doesn't get that "spark" but goes for it anyways. In some cases people had the same colour but not the same shade. That's when it's most difficult to tell.

I begin to turn around to begin my stroll again when I get a phone call. "Hello, Deruil Electronics and Appliances. Cas speaking."

"Hey Cas, it's Chuck."

"Oh hey Chuck."

"There's a new guy coming in later today at 12 so can you show him around? I think the boss told me he's your assistant."

"A new guy huh? Very well, I'll show him around. Any idea of who he is?"

"That, my friend, is for you to figure out." then he hung up. Alright, now I guess is to just... go back to my desk. For being a secretary you'd think I'd get my own office. Cheap rich asses. I plop down on my soft spinny chair and just roll around and reread over different documents as I wait for 12 to tick by.