coffee
looked very promising indeed, the day is not enough.
on Autopilot How to Damian was sharply after the last underpass, then climbed up the fire escape on the facade and crossed a rusty metal bridge before he slammed the green side door to his office behind and the weather outside was grumpy. With his head sadly he could not do the same, some pretty psychotic mid-sixties he was kept awake all night with orders to avenge this or that or his boss. Or kill them. Or both. 16:88 counter he had lost track of - at least he had his digital watch tells the story - and now it was not much better. Although he noted that the current time was provided at least in the era used here.
His office - today spared unannounced visit - he met first with a bock extensively without yawning before the small, red-rimmed points rigidly behind his glasses a new object is fixed. Black and silver, and the production was still fresh weight glossy in the case. Suspicious he crept closer. Phillips. Was this
.?
temporarily distracted from his sour-faced he slipped once on the PC to see if there was anything to everything. Who was he that he was specially moved back to the door.
in thought, he sighed in the hot pot in his hands before he postponed the inevitable collapse with a few new swallowing. No doubt, his boss had the idea of people with whom he surrounded himself.
He slowly put down the pot and stared at the screen in front of his nose. Behind his eyes Branne tirelessly tired, but fire against fire slapped another, more awake them from burning in his veins. And slowly, as if swallowing a relay circuit, the tickers increases in his head.
Therefore, the human can still get used to everything.
There was a good excuse to stay away during the lunch break from the kitchen. Even after weeks of work he had not much noticed by them, but if it should be honest, he put on it as not worth that much. How would already be on it, if they worked voluntarily in such a shady operation? Of course, Damian did that too, but at least he had a reason: he was otherwise just not with the rent. Its share had risen relentlessly, finally, after it had caught Sebastian. And even a relocation cost money. And Sven verbriet his love for a new camera and DJ equipment.
Maybe he should be tapped here, but one of these men suit - in the course he had recently a well not too bright, because vacant happened to himself staring Southerners - and then invite them to himself. For tea. "Look ma ', Sven, this is my friend -" He stops short when he must choose a name, Sven's slowly collapsing before our eyes, however, exactly mimic. ". My friend Consuelo I hit him straight from our planned move and told he said he would take the least-min -"
A knock on the window broke Damian relish rehearsed monologue abruptly, and ran down her cheeks red from the neck up and had swirled around the most, but his chair was only a thoughtful pivoting on the series.
"She calls completed only once," she said, because he had not yet seen, and when he saw her, he forgot to breathe for a moment, but that could be because that by flung open door mercilessly humid sultry air penetrated. Or that he had been drinking just three cups of coffee.
"I -" began, and he tried desperately to match the lady somehow - to the cliché of the programmer did not see the best of intentions from, perhaps a courier? Ha, do not talk ridiculous, this souped-up hair that has nothing with the thing to do - until he is the only end to its initial spat, he had found "- What I'm finished Auhm .... ?
lächelet you warm, with dark lipstick, and since it fell to him like scales from the eyes. Elaborately dressed hair, high heels, the dress end above the knees.
This must be the Little Chef.
"If you look Santargo Lord," he threw in quickly, before they got started her sentence, "is the'..." This was not a good plan. "... Not 'here. ... Probably"
"... in the kitchen," she switched between them. Not a twitch, not a cramp in her face. As long as you can but do not smile honest. "I've called him. But somehow I've lost me a bit ..."
"Oh, that is 'easy' Damian announced with utter conviction. "Here, by the stairs up and then towards the door ... ... euhm on passage to the balcony." Hopefully.
"Oh, that's fine, thank you but I must -." Hint, they shoved a foot inside the door. Damian nodded a little too hard.
"Sure, go ahead."
And seconds later the doors were back, and he was alone, and he stared into the coffee pot and could swear that they looked at the Shoulder had touched. In passing. So very short.
This was too much coffee, he thought, staring more scorching. He was almost as if someone had the seconds before he would jump up and rush to the toilet, the stairs up and then over to the door next to the door next to the passage balcony. And instead, his gaze ticked to the coffee machine.
to or less.
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