O’Melk entered the elevator, unwilling to work. “Rainy mornings are perfect for lying in bed, no breakfast, and the tv on,” he thought as he pulled his newest gadget out of his pocket, preparing to take a look at the day’s tasks.
His senses were numb: he was ranting between his teeth – mouth shut, of course, no coworkers should be aware it was one of his laziest mornings ever. Funniest thing is: these moments are those in which the most unexpected events take place. As if coming out of a deep swimming pool, O’Melk realized that there was some sort of hatch in the elevator. No, wait, it couldn’t be so: that elevator, as pleasant as it was, still had no windows; it was a large box in which 15 people could go up or down at any moment – a stupid thing to be said here, for that’s exactly an elevator’s job: to carry people up and down -, while the quiet sound of old songs was echoed all around.
It took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what was going on. Yes, that girl, that one girl – the same he saw every once in a while, having diner at the bake shop nearby. It was corny and he knew it; and could not help it either: she just seemed a being made of brilliant lights, a warm, bright, gentle Sun. Much to his pleasure and amusement, he felt his mouth watering; he could feel the aroma of bread and butter flourishing in his mind (and his body, most certainly), the very same thing he usually saw her enjoing – eating is not a word that would ever suffice, in his memory –, at the bakery.
“I… ha-ve… to try and… talk… to her,” the thought once again crossed his delirious mind. Shy, a shy boy he once was and a shy man he had become. His hands were quite uncontrollable, what would he do? “Do something, use your hands, quick,” was what he thought before looking for documents in his smartphone. By this time, he had already forgotten all about the schedule he once made. No, he was trying, plain and simple, to get a grip on his nerves.
No words came out of his mouth. Nothing. He could not smile, not even a grin, a wave of a head. Nothing. Not a thing.
That morning, he took his chances: quit his job and never, ever, looked back.
