Her // Joe Goldberg (COMPLETED)

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Oddly enough, I'm not one of those people that hate Mondays. I don't find them draining or a reminder that the bliss of the weekend is gone and I'm back to boring 9 to 5. Do you hate them ? Are you one of those people ?. I can't imagine you hating anything or anyone. You're a positive person, probably too positive for your own good but I'm looking at it as a good thing. You sent me a stream of texts yesterday morning to tell me your boss approved you working on the stores accounts and it felt like a piece of the puzzle finally connecting. Of course, our relationship would now be work based but I believe over time that novelty will fade.

Business went slow this morning Kelsey. People came in dribs and drabs and asked dumb questions about books that they should have the decency and common sense to know the answers to, but I, slave to the public was forced to stand there, smile and answer them. I know you wouldn't go into a store in the trance of oblivion these complete morons were in. The sun was beating down today, I could barely concentrate so I put my energy into finishing Beck's display. Her death is still fresh in people's mind so her books sell quickly and we get a shipment every month or so. This means every month or so I have to allocate myself certain days to start and finishing her display. It's hard seeing her face staring at me everyday in the form of a book. You knew a lot about her case and I knew you'd hate me if you knew the truth but once we reached a certain level of closeness I'd be able to explain it all to you and I don't doubt that you'd understand my reasonings.

You floated in at 11:07, your dainty hands were resting in the pockets of your grey work pants. Your white tucked in blouse was see-through thanks to the sun and you could barely walk in your heels but i wasn't going to be the one to complain. You were looking around, presumingly for me, so I caught your eye and gave a friendly wave which put your face at ease so you came over to me. "You don't mind if I hide here for awhile do you ?" you whispered so I nodded. Why would I say no to you ?. I know this is a habit of yours, you prefer to hide instead of sitting in your cramped office all day and I don't blame you. Who'd want to sit at a computer all day ?. I could pretend to be engulfed by the display all I wanted to, the real focus was on you, it always would be.

You perched on one of the not so comfortable couches by the classics, I saw your eyes scanning the books and they stopped right on one. You were having an argument in your head about repurchasing the book, I could tell because you were whispering to yourself. In the end, you just shook your head and took out your computer. You sat cross legged and had a look of pure concentration on your face. You were working, this was Kelsey Elliott in work mode. You kept checking your phone, I knew you hated that you were allowing the tiny, insignificant device distract you from your work but you were allowing it and didn't seem to be doing anything to stop it.

You stayed wrapped up in your work bubble for thirty three minutes before letting out a loud sigh. "Joe" you called timidly and I quickly went over to you, like a dog being called by it's owner. "I'm really sorry to ask but my phone just died and I really need it. You don't have an outlet I could use, do you ?" you asked with your eyebrows furrowed. There was desperation in your voice and I could see you cringing at yourself for having to ask me. I just put my hands out to take your phone and charger which you gracefully handed over and called me a lifesaver. You need to be more careful handing over your device Kelsey, I have good intentions but you never know anyone else's true motives.

I lied and told you we had an outlet in the back, you didn't care once you could be connected to whoever, presumingly Max again. There was an outlet behind the other couch and another behind the counter but I couldn't find out more about you if you could see me. I plugged in your phone and it took about sixty seconds to come on. I was greeted by a picture of you and Max eating ice cream, it disgusted me and turned me off chocolate ice cream forever because Max had put some of his on your nose, that's why there was a picture. I pressed your home button and of course, you're not Beck, you have a password. Everything is password protected as it should be. You don't want people getting into your phone.