daft pretty boys + KAPLAN

It was a delay that never should have happened, but I truly couldn't have stopped it. The information about the call to fix the light in the office wasn't passed onto me until about three hours after it was made, making me feel quite guilty for not getting there anywhere close to 'right away', which I would have much preferred. I hated being late, especially when being late could cause other people to get quite irritated. Regardless, I was going to be headed to the office where a light needed fixing as soon as I heard about it.

I just wished I'd heard about it sooner, because now I felt like a piece of trash.

Lateness wasn't acceptable in my mind. On top of the struggle that I was already going through, beating myself up for being late even though it wasn't my fault, I also had to deal with the ai conditioning blasting on such an insanely cold temperature when I entered the office. Luckily, maintenance team members were allowed to adjust the thermostat, unlike the people who actually worked there. It didn't seem like the most fair rule to have in place, but it was there nonetheless. Therefore, I thought I'd help out the seemingly freezing office workers by lowering the air conditioning's intensity when I came into the room.

It took only a few seconds for me to realize which light had been the one that was called about, so I made my way over to it. It was flickering at annoyingly uneven intervals, so I could only imagine how difficult it was for those working on their blueprints and other projects at three o'clock in the morning with such a troublesome distraction that they couldn't take care of themselves.

When I approached the light, I glanced around the room at those who were working there. There were a variety of different faces in the room, but one in particular stood out to me. The boy was rather handsome and appeared to be around the same age as me. He was hunched over a blueprint so my guess was that he hadn't seen my awkwardly nervous smile that came across my face when I first saw him. I hid the smile rather quickly, however, in case he decided to make the choice to look up upon hearing me there. Immediately, I climbed up onto the small step ladder I'd brought with me and began to work on the issue with the light. It didn't take all too long to get it fixed. When I was finished with it, the flickering was no longer present, instead replaced by the normal, solid glow of the bulbs within the light fixture on teh ceiling.

Once I climbed down from my small step ladder, I folded it up and, for some reason, my legs carried me over to the boy I'd seen before. I wasn't sure if I should speak to him, as it may be a bit distracting for him when he's trying to work, and I didn't want to get him into trouble. I also had the slight fear that I may make him feel awkward if I spoke to him.I was the janitor, the maintenance man or whatever else they decided to refer to me as. I was a stranger that just came in and fixed things or cleaned them up. I was nothing important.

"It should be all fixed, now."

What had happened to not speaking? Apparently even people who aren't important are allowed to speak to strangers in an office. Now was just a matter of figuring out where that would get me.