“Pretty quiet in here today,” Lisa commented to the receptionist as she walked through the spa foyer.
“No kidding,” the receptionist responded, looking up from her magazine. “Just that time of day, I guess. It’ll pick up later.” She checked the appointment book. “You do have someone coming in for a massage in a couple of minutes,” she told Lisa. “Nobody after that, though, so you can take your time.”
The Massage
Allison sighed
with relief as she signed in at the front desk and followed the spa attendant
up the stairs toward the ladies change room. This massage was a long time in
coming, and she felt like her body had never been so tense. Between the merger
at work and breaking up with that idiot Brad, she was pretty sure her back and
neck muscles would never be the same.
Reverie
I’ve stood in this line-up before, many times, passing the time by flipping through sensationalistic magazines or by skimming through the apps on my phone. Today is the day before Thanksgiving though, and the grocery store line-up is a mile long. Well, practically. I’d already used up my usual amusements, and there is no end in sight. Sighing, resigning myself to waiting, I gaze around me.
The First Day
Adam stood quietly in front of his desk, arms clasped behind his back, staring quietly at the young girl in front of him. Woman, technically, but she was young enough that he automatically thought of her as a girl. She looked nervous, waiting, obviously wondering if he was going to say something, or if she should. She fidgeted slightly, then got herself under control. He liked that. It boded well that she could control her nervousness, her fears.
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