Part 1.
Due to certain family circumstances, my sister was left without means of subsistence and without a job with a newborn girl in her arms. She urgently needed somewhere to get the money. We had a place to live, even the car was left from the "last life", but there was not enough money. Therefore, I decided that I would clean one of the "cool" offices of the city with my mother for a couple of days, and we would give the salary to my sister and her baby.
At first, you know, it was so disgusting to know that the people working in this office would call me "cleaning lady". Brr, that's disgusting! And I'm still very young, and it was very unpleasant to start my working life from the lowest step. But I consciously understood and calmed myself down by the fact that it was for the sake of my sister and niece. But eventually it happened that I started coming to the so-called work for other purposes...
There is an employee in this office who seemed to me to be very pretty on the outside, even, perhaps, beautiful. Young, dark-haired, beautiful brown eyes, a light beard, which is very much to his face. Always well dressed: a shirt tucked into jeans, a belt, but sometimes a sports shirt and a sweatshirt.
I always came and looked for it in his office, and if I found it, there was a joyful smile on his face and a desire to leave everything and go say hello to him. By the way, at first our greeting was just a simple "Hello", but after he once caught me off guard with this mop, we started to greet each other as if we knew each other, although it was not so.
Every day we'd go there, and every day Stas (that's what she called "brutal") would follow me as if he'd come to me with some paperwork or on the phone. And I kept catching his smiling brown eyes and couldn't help but smile back, trying in vain to hide his smile.
When it was his turn to clean up his office, he would come in, sit down at his desk and look at me, occasionally dropping ridiculous questions. But the most interesting thing happened after another weekend...
On Monday, my mother and I went to the office to clean up, as usual, where I met Stas. He smiled and said hello to me like a friend, and he said politely to Mom: "Hello.
- Why is he with you on "you"? - She asked as if she suspected something.
- I don't know... At first everything is "hello" too, but "hello", and recently something has changed to "you," I said.
Shit," I thought, "Mom would go crazy if she knew I was talking to Stas!
- When you didn't come with me to clean up, they asked about you here, why today without a helper. Especially this one, well, who said hello to you.
- Stas," I interrupted her.
- Well, yes, Stas. He said, "Does it get away from work? It's not good, it's not good", - somehow his mum burned me down in an unobtrusive and ridiculous way, and it really smiled at me.
The same day that it was his office's turn to clean up, I couldn't find him anywhere. Trying to clean up more slowly, I waited for him to come and he was gone. And even the mood was gone.
A little later, I started leaving the office for the street, and when I opened the door abruptly, I came across Stas. They were both scared, but they both smiled too.
- Well, hello, beautiful," he said, saying hello to me, standing a few centimeters away from me. He looked into my eyes, and the corners of my lips rose.
- Hello," I said embarrassedly. - Why are you scaring me so much?
- Why are you so scared? Or am I so scary?
I didn't answer and decided to continue on my way, giving him a smile, but Stas stopped me.
- You do go clubbing, don't you?
That's what I didn't expect him to ask me, that's probably what it is. I nodded at him with a smile as an answer, and he asked me where to go and suggested we go together.
- Whoa, whoa
- Well, so what? Accepting the invitation?
- On Saturday at the Empire at half past the first one near face control, - I appointed him to meet, and he came up to me and tried to give me a business card with a number, but I did not take it, and though kill, but I do not know why. And after that, our paths diverged: I went out into the fresh air, and he sat down at his desk and probably started talking to someone on the phone about the firm, as usual.
The rest of the weekdays, my mother and I came a little later because of my studies, and Stas and I just said hello as if we didn't have that one-on-one in the almost street room...
The continuation follows in 2 parts.