She sits in an office on the top floor of the 4 storey building where I spent 8 hours of my day on week days and some weekends.
She’s not mad – at least I hope not. She works with finances, but on the other hand, she just might be a bit wacko. She’s supposed to handle the company’s finances –and there no money.
She’s married, has children and is a nice enough person, as far as I can tell.
She an introvert – rarely speaks unless addressed directly. And then she tries to get away with nodding, a smile…
I recently sat next to her during a company function. I tried and tried to get her to say something – it was only when asked about her family that she started talking – not much, mind you – but enough to find out she’s a compassionate, bright person.
She could do with some fashion advice, even a bit of a makeover. Don’t get me wrong, she’s neat – just not someone who stands out in a crowd.
She parks close to me. The other morning we entered the parking lot together. She got out of her car and waved. I acknowledge, before turning my eyes to close the boot. When I turned again she was gone.
It was a spilt second, and for a second there, I thought the cigarette in my mouth has something stronger than just tobacco in it.
Three days later – the same – just we were on our ways to our cars this time and I did not have any cigarette lit at that time.
Finally yesterday, I saw her crouching behind a bush – what appeared to be talking to herself. Wacko, I thought, and tried to put some distance between us.
Then a little meow drifted across the wind to my ears. And I heard her conversation witbh a bunch of cat. Not mad – just friendly and a bit lonely.
