Thread: Intra-Office Relations

After the waitress left, she looked at him and pursed her lips, her eyebrows raising together in a bit of shock. Oh, he did just ask her that. He did just ask her to tell him about herself. Well what was there to tell? There wasn't much fascinating about her except some talents she had of her own but it's not like she made them public knowledge. She'd always been a very quiet and timid person, shy really. It's not so much that her lack of confidence showed. She tried to appear as confident as she really could, especially given that no one seemed to have much faith in her these days, at least definitely not from her family like one would think she should, like she thought she should. Her friends were great, yes, but they hardly talked. She stayed in contact with some, as much as she could but people weren't entirely nice and if anything, the distance allowed her to know the truth about some of the people she used to call her friends. Hey, such was life and she had gotten so used to it that it was all really just shrug-worthy and a total don't care. It was easier to do that then feel anything. Believe me, she wanted to feel something but past experiences have proven just how silly it was to feel something. The barriers had never been thicker and it was only common sense and natural instinct to protect herself, really. Hmm, but again, what did she like to do for hobbies? Or fun? Well, when I was in school, since elementary, I did choir. But, no one's ever heard me sing without a group. No one's ever heard me sing on my own. I actually prefer it that way. As far as one on one, I'm more of a shower singer. She laughed slightly, shrugging. I love to write. I majored in English in college and I'm trying to find a way to start some student teaching but it's pretty slim, the chances. It dawned on her what a pun that was. The chances were slim for her because she wasn't slim at all. Why do I do that to myself? She thought quickly. Because you know the truth, just like he does, and just like everyone else. You're. A. Fat. Cow. Her subconscious was turning into an even major bitch-troll by the second. Worse than ever. Or was that just her, Lila? Fun used to be going out at maybe 2 or 3 AM to iHOP and just bullshit around for hours, talking, laughing and overall mingling with my friends from school. I avoid talking to my parents as much as I can unless I absolutely need to. I've learned that people can be really quite cruel in this world, especially when you think you know them but it's all really don't care, actually. She shrugged again, leaning over and putting her elbows on the table and folding her hands together and propping her chin on it. I love music. I love dancing. But I just don't really apply myself. It felt so weird to explain and suddenly she had a huge desire to stop talking. With that, she reached for her glass of water and sipped it before putting it down, looking back at him, looking to take the conversation off of her, for all dear life. But enough about me. It's not important and not nearly as fascinating as you must be. She said softly, offering a kind smile. So tell me about yourself Daniel. Hobbies? Fun? Past-history? You said experiences. I've got none, so you must have been referring to yourself, correct? Then she realized she was badgering and as she sat up, her hand moving into her lap, she bit her lower lip. I-I mean only answer if you want--err--you don't need to. She scratched back of her head as she looked away. Talking too much, being too persistent and just being downright annoying three major nuisances that a guy could ever see. And she just displayed them all in less than five minutes. Kill me now.