Miss_Vivi
Miss Behave
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Claire Montaigne straightened the papers for the third time in five minutes. She was frustrated at herself, at him, at the world at this never-ending pile of paper work that constantly called for her attention. Another sigh from her parted lips, another tuck of her hair behind her ear. The papers were set aside and she attempted to stare at her computer screen, but it held no more answers for her.
She stared at her phone. Pressed the top button to turn it on. And lit up on the screen were the words that she didn't want to see, want to read or even think about.
"Moved out. Good luck!"
Robin. Her roommate and the man she had fallen in love with and never said anything about said feelings to. He was on his way to living with his perfect girlfriend, and Claire, well, she was another martini away from dating another loser.
Another sigh.
So at least she had the place to herself tonight, glancing up at the clock, which gladly informed her that she had one less minute of her hour at work than the last time she had stared at it, willing it to move more quickly. It didn't work, she still didn't have that super power.
She shuffled the papers and attempted to work again, focusing on her new tasks of fixing the excel spreadsheet that her manager had mangled, it finally held her attention and she finished it up with five minutes on the clock.
Gratefully, she gathered her things, along with her co-workers who shuffled out into the cold night, saying their goodbyes, and waving to each other. Claire kept her head down and the flashlight on from her phone on, walking briskly to her car. She hated the winter and getting off after dark, Claire never felt safe in the gently lit parking lot.
She turned her phone to the home page and dialed her best friend, not paying attention to her surroundings as she was craving some sort of contact.
"Hey! Drinks? Yeah, I just got off. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Thanks doll. Love ya."
The call was short and she made it to her car. Safe.
Good.
She stared at her phone. Pressed the top button to turn it on. And lit up on the screen were the words that she didn't want to see, want to read or even think about.
"Moved out. Good luck!"
Robin. Her roommate and the man she had fallen in love with and never said anything about said feelings to. He was on his way to living with his perfect girlfriend, and Claire, well, she was another martini away from dating another loser.
Another sigh.
So at least she had the place to herself tonight, glancing up at the clock, which gladly informed her that she had one less minute of her hour at work than the last time she had stared at it, willing it to move more quickly. It didn't work, she still didn't have that super power.
She shuffled the papers and attempted to work again, focusing on her new tasks of fixing the excel spreadsheet that her manager had mangled, it finally held her attention and she finished it up with five minutes on the clock.
Gratefully, she gathered her things, along with her co-workers who shuffled out into the cold night, saying their goodbyes, and waving to each other. Claire kept her head down and the flashlight on from her phone on, walking briskly to her car. She hated the winter and getting off after dark, Claire never felt safe in the gently lit parking lot.
She turned her phone to the home page and dialed her best friend, not paying attention to her surroundings as she was craving some sort of contact.
"Hey! Drinks? Yeah, I just got off. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Thanks doll. Love ya."
The call was short and she made it to her car. Safe.
Good.