The smell of ink filled Katherine’s head. Every day, in and
out she sat at this desk, typing away. Three weeks had past since her last
encounter with George. He had left this summer for a holiday with his wife and
young son, which meant she had not seen him around the bank. She was happy for
this, because there could be no awkward exchanges with him absent. Yet, though
she hated to admit it, she missed him with every fiber of her being. How she
longed to be wrapped around him in a plush bed in some distant room. Even at
the thought of his smile and those hazel eyes she felt her head begging to
spin. She needed air. This office was far too stuffy. She walked over to the
window that sat just beyond her desk. Boston was becoming far to hot for her
taste, even in early September the sun was beating down on the growing city.
She forced the window open. Goodness, how long has it been since someone opened
it? She looked at the window and saw little blotches of ink smeared on it.
Glancing down at her hands she saw that they were covered in ink. She must have
gotten it on her while typing the report. Closing her eyes, Katherine leaned
against the wall next to the window. Far away, a door opens and closes. A voice
makes a greeting to the new arrival. Someone says her name. Slowly she opens
her eyes and sees George standing in front of her. The heat of the room begins
to over power her. She cannot breathe. The floor seems to be getting closer and
closer.
“Katherine?!” “Katie!”
Blank.
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