Uncommon Romance Part 1
She had spent the last four hours in front of her desk, in her cubicle, working on her dissertation. As she walked to the copier, she realized how numb her legs had become. His back was facing her, but she recognized his hair; high top fades weren't too common in this part of the city. He sat reading the manual, through the hum of the Xerox machine should have silenced even the simplest thoughts.
She watched in awe as he carefully tightened one screw and loosened another. He stood up, seemingly satisfied with his work.
"Excuse me," she said trying to contain a smile, "did you fix it?"
"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. But, uh, yeah. It is."
He stepped aside, awkwardly gesturing towards the machine with his free hand.
"Thanks," she said, opening the lid. "I'll see you around."
"You will," he replied as he walked towards the door.
She watched in awe as he carefully tightened one screw and loosened another. He stood up, seemingly satisfied with his work.
"Excuse me," she said trying to contain a smile, "did you fix it?"
"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. But, uh, yeah. It is."
He stepped aside, awkwardly gesturing towards the machine with his free hand.
"Thanks," she said, opening the lid. "I'll see you around."
"You will," he replied as he walked towards the door.
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