The Spring in My Steps
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I’ve found out that I am (annoyingly to other people, perhaps) ecstatic these days.
I actually walk with a spring in my steps, how about that?
Of course not after hours when my lovely boots are actively killing my feet but even then I still have a smile plastered on my face.
Don’t ask me why because I don’t now the answer to that myself.
Probably a lot of reasons rolled into one and there are too many for me to remember.
But here’s one of the latests to add into the equation:
It was yesterday, Friday and a day after my birthday. I had to rush downstairs for a female emergency, a little annoyed because I was held back a couple of times. Add to that the fact that I hadn’t seen my Cutie Pie the whole morning. I was thinking, ‘Wouldn’t it be perfect if this turned out to be his day off,’ grumbling and walking in the way that would’ve sent a herd of elephants rampaging away when I made my way out to the bank of elevators and there he was.
He was looking as cute as ever, in a black shirt no less. I didn’t think he could pull off a black shirt but apparently, I was wrong.
Still in my state of unexplainable bliss, I blurted out, "Ah, you’re going down too?" Which was a stupid question since we were on 45th and there was only one more level above us and it was a restaurant, for God’s sake. Not to mention we had never actually spoken to each other before.
He smiled (which was already enough for me!), saying, "I need to go to the Financial Department."
We chatted all the way to the 32nd floor where he was heading. I had already had the suspicion that his English was by far more superior than anybody else in Head Office but his knowledge in language teaching was surprising.
We parted with a promise I am NOT going to write here ^_^ but I think you guys would understand why afterwards I was practically bouncing all the way to the convenience store.
I warned you people from the first line. No insurance claims, OK.?
