Mar
23
Beautiful things can come from the dark…
I was smoking outside my office when I heard foot steps climbing up the staircase. I waited and continued puffing my cigarette. Then I saw her, this girl from upstairs. I have been working with my company for almost three years and not even once we nod our heads or acknowledge each other.
She’s probably around her early 30’s. A bit too thin but tall. She would probably look sweet if she were to smile. Maybe. She never smiles. It doesn’t matter if I’m alone or with my other colleagues, but when she walk up the stairs, the minute we see her, we’ll stand aside to make way for her. Even that, we never see her smile.
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