Never Odd Or Even Novels & Stories

Not even her. Not ever.

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As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Not yet. Not ever.

I replied. "Entertainment?" she asked with wide eyes. "Yeah! If someone says a sad story I will feel sad. If someone says happy one I will feel happy. Isn't feeling something is entertainment?" I asked and her eyes widened more. "Feeling emotions are entertainment?" she whispered and blinked her eyes before shaking her head. "It's okay! Even my classmates never understood me." I said smiling. "What about your friends?" she asked and I shrugged. "Never had them!" I replied and she again gave a look filled with shock.

if it isn't interfering with your working hour, then yes, like lunch break now. "So how many lunch breaks do we get?" -"just one.'' He answered. We were almost at the door by now. "Can we have sex with our partners during this lunch break?" -"what?? No." "Not even outside the building?" -"No." "What's your favorite color?" -"indigo." "Odd and uncommon, I like that... do you have a girlfriend? Asking for a friend." "Can you?!" He pressed his fingers against his forehead, raising his give a little and then trailing off mud way with a sigh. He closed his eyes, took a deep grey in, exhaled and reopened them to look at me, returning his calm voice as he spoke.

Or maybe it’s because a part of me wonders if I’ll see him again, though I know it’s unlikely. As I walk away, I can’t shake the feeling that something strange just happened. Like the universe shifted for a moment, bringing two people from different worlds into the same orbit. It’s a ridiculous thought, one I try to push aside. After all, he’ll go back to his polished penthouse, and I’ll go back to my apartment that barely has enough heat. That’s just the way things are. But still… I can’t help glancing back, just onc e, to see if he’s still standing there.

Nothing. *******

“I’m still confused and trying to process everything.” “I’ve been drinking for days straight. You should be worried about me,” he said. “I thought you’d completely avoid me. I guess you’re an odd woman. That’s what makes you more attractive,” he added. Wait—what? An odd woman? Coming from the real oddball himself? Do I really deserve to be called that by someone like him?