stevenbasic:“Wow, they ran out of here in a hurry,” Amelia said, dryly, putting her prot
stevenbasic:“Wow, they ran out of here in a hurry,” Amelia said, dryly, putting her protein shake in the breakroom fridge, “What got up her butt?” “Yah, she seemed to have something on her mind, for sure,” Randi posited, handing her own plastic tumbler to her friend, who placed it on the fridge’s top shelf with all the others, “and him-“ “I think he’s afraid of us,” Amelia replied, plainly, standing back up and straightening her knee-length, houndstooth skirt. The thing just doesn’t fit anymore. “Either that or he has to go wank one out before the morning starts.”Randi laughed. “Probably both,” she added, turning back to head out of the room - but stopping as something caught her eye. The trash can was out of place, there was a measuring tape on the breakroom table, and- “What’s this mark on the wall..?” The click-clack of Amelia’s white pump heels stopped too as she halted, cocked her blond head of hair and narrowed her eyes at the thin, inconspicuous pencil line on the wall, right next to the vending machine. Weird that Randi had even seen it, but it did strangely draw her eye as well. She stepped up to it; was just a bit below her eyeline…she liked how she was just about six feet in these three-inch heels. Amelia regarded it, thinking, and then leaned it a bit. She sniffed it. “It’s him,” the blonde stated, confidently, standing back a bit and studying the mark some more, then checking the gloss of the nails on her right hand. Randi’s brow furrowed, and she laughed. “You can smell him??” she asked, obviously incredulous. “Yeah, weird, right?” Amelia countered, stepping aside for her dark-haired friend, “can’t you?” Dubiously, Randi stepped up to the wall and took her own sniff, smelling the spot of wall where the pencil mark was unceremoniously etched across a couple inches of grey eggshell paint, picking up an unmistakable scent. Hair, skin…his. “Goddamn you’re right, Amelia…it is him,” she replied, nodding, both girls beginning to smile as the scene slowly took shape, “I think that’s his height. She just measured him. Look, there’s a measuring tape right here…” Within a moment, using the tape, Randi and Amelia had confirmed it: five-foot five, the height of the mark. Randi was chuckling, Amelia clicking her long nails on the tabletop and considering what this all meant. “Hey, Joze!” Randi suddenly called, out the open door to the hallway, “Either one of you have a Sharpie?” Josie and Lakshmi, stopped in their tracks in their walk towards the front desk to visit Aubrey, stepped into the breakroom. Both were wearing baby blue scrubs today. ”I always keep one with me,” Lakshmi answered, pulling a thin black marker from her breast pocket, placing it in Randi’s outstretched hand. Stepping back to the wall and uncapping the permanent, felt-tipped pen, Randi tossed her thick hair and began to mark over the spot where the pencil once was, then writing his name, the figures. “Ok, girls, take off your heels,” she said, “Amelia…you first.” ============================= Next post and bonus stuff at my Patreon -- source link