So, that happened one week ago. Right now I am sitting at my desk at work and try to concentrate, but damn, my eyes won't read the orders of Douchebag. Wait, I mean new boss. She is going kill us, all of us. Everything we do is wrong and even if we do exactly what she says,  it's still wrong! Alright, no worries, it's gonna be better. Nope, I give up, I can't read, write or work. coffee break. I go out of the office part, I have to say, our offices are nice, no walls, not parted, everyone is friendly, helps you if they can. My coffee is brewed and without looking I take a sip which I spit out immediately, because I was surprised that it is hot. Coffee out of a coffee machine is always hot, dumbass. I go to our office room, to my desk and work for half an hour, then I have nothing left out of projects and go home.

I'm now on my way home, where I walk towards a building, surrounded by police and firemen and ambulance and whatsoever, not much interesting til I see them again.

Those bright green eyes I saw a week ago.

I froze in my current motion and just looked at him, his smile, he's just overwhelming. He takes his Fedora off of his head, like a salutation or something and I start to smile from one ear to the other. Why the heck do I smile? But he looks really good, and it seems that he only says hello to me like I'm special to him... But before I can think more about it he vanished again.

"WRAZAWSKI!"
"Huh? What?"
"Back on Earth?"
"Huh? Sorry, just thought I saw something."
"Well, there is nothing. Let's go."
"Yeah, let's go Ben."
Oh, right, I should introduce him. Well this is Ben, my best friend since I'm living here. Every Friday in the afternoon we go home together, at my flat we watch some movies and cook something we eat afterwards always ending up cuddling. And this time everything was as always, but in the next days things are going to happen I couldn't imagine at this calm and peaceful friday night.