My contest entry!
Golden hair fell in waves, an ocean of beautiful strands. Eyes, like a frozen lake, deep blue near the pupil, ice blue around the edges, were a window to her soul. Her skin was nearly as white as that of a porcelain doll. She walked, her newly polished shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. She held in her hand, a stack of folders, each filled to the bursting point with papers and research. She set these files gracefully on a desk that matched the floor, and bowed slightly. She felt a burning stare at the skin revealed by her short skirted suit. She tried hard not to get too annoyed. It might cost her job. "Sir, is there anything else you need?" She asked, biting her tongue to squelch the sarcasm.
"Why, yes, Fiona. Would you mind getting me some coffee?" His voice grinded on her nerves.
"My pleasure, sir." She turned, walking out of the office with unnecessary speed. Passing by several more offices, she went into the break room and poured a generous amount of black coffee into a mug. Debating whether or not to put ex lax in it, she got the sugar out and put precisely two table spoons into the black liquid. She took the beverage to her boss and bowed her way out. She sat down at her own desk outside of his office and leaned back. With a sigh, she opened a writing document on her computer. She began to work on her research that would get her doctorial degree, and get her a real job as a lawyer, instead of just being a law assistant.
There was a squeaking in the hall, causing Fiona to look up. A young man, some three years older than her, looked at her with slight confusion. "Um...Miss? Where is Mr. Wilton's office?" His voice was midrange for a man, and nice to listen to.
"That would be to your left." Fiona said, smiling. He looked where she motioned and blushed deeply.
"Oh, how stupid of me..."he laughed nervously, "I should have seen the name plate...Thanks Miss...um..."
"Fiona. Fiona Longe." She smiled kindly. He smiled back. "And you're..." she looked at her records, "Michael Roberts, correct?"
"Actually, I'm his younger brother, Joshua Roberts. But close enough." He smiled again and walked into the office.
“He’s pretty nice,” Fiona said thoughtfully, “and pretty cute too.” She got to writing again.
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He came back out about an hour later, just as Fiona was getting set to leave for the day. The invite came unexpected and rather sudden. “Miss Fiona, would you like me to take you to dinner?”
Fiona looked at him with uncertainty, but accepted the invitation. “I could use a date,” she said to herself.
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