After the coffee incident, Mark jetted out of the bathroom and down the three flights of stairs to the parking lot outside. Fortunately, his apartment was only 10 minutes away from the office, but he knew that having to drive all the way home and change pants so early in the day was going to mess up his schedule for the rest of the morning. Seeing as he was just an intern who wanted Maria to put in a good word for him to any future businesses he might deem worthy of working for, he knew he’d probably have to stay at least half an hour late today just to be sure he got everything done.
Mark had been fantasizing over Maria for two whole months now. His internship was coming to a close and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to really speak to her, since their first meeting. Sure, he had ran into her in the parking lot once or twice while they headed to the office together. She would casually ask him questions about school and what his intentions were after college. All bullshit social customs, since the honest truth of the matter was, she didn’t really care what his plans were nor did he have any fucking clue what he was doing with his life. During the entire internship with Maria’s company, Mark had gotten good at the mundane office work that had been assigned to him. He actually kind of liked the office atmosphere and the cubicle life, but he also wondered at times if he didn’t just like it because his desk was perfectly placed with a spectacular view of the front of Maria’s glass office.
Maria was twenty-five and already in charge of her father’s company. She knew the business inside and out and she was damn good at her job. No one would deny that. However, she was known to be blunt and, frankly, downright bitchy. Maria felt that the world should just function in a near perfect state and she didn’t like settling for less than perfection. EVER. This personality quirk of hers made her impossible to be around at best and the running joke around the office commonly consisted of the phrase: “Maria needs to get laid.”
I fell in love with poetry on a sad and stormy night
He always kisses me goodnight