I’ve been working as a courier for a small law firm for three years now. Once a week, on Thursdays, I arrive at a huge office center on the outskirts of the city and hand over a stack of contracts to the purchasing department. Everything is always the same: a pass at reception, an elevator to the fifth floor, a smile to the secretary, and back. A routine I was already tired of. But one day, everything changed.
It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.
I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»
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