By the time the meeting was done and they toured the office and met everyone. It was lunch time. Mikey sees Cheyenne sitting at the desk in the small office the three of them meant to share. Meanwhile all the junior architects have their own private quarters. All Mikey has for privacy is a storage cabinet which he has the keys to. Mikey steps into the office. What do I say? Hi? Do i use my line from the other night. No of course not it's too late. Ok I will say hi. One two three....
" Hi" someone says that isn't Mikey. Mikey turns to see Jamaal enter the room.

"Hey" Cheyenne replies.

"Hi" Mikey says almost inaudibly.
Jamaal takes the desk next to hers. Which left Mikey with the desk directly across from Cheyenne.

"So crazy thing with them telling us. 'You got the job... But not really' " Jamaal says deepening his voice. 

"I know right. I was just out on Friday celebrating only to come in this morning to find out. I have to wait 6 months before I'm permanent. " says Cheyenne.

" Yea i know i saw y.... " Mikey chimes in before he is cut off by Jamaal.

"Hold on, who says you are going to get it sweetheart?"

"I said it. Obviously. "

" I don't know about that. They were very impressed with my work. "

" Come on they were impressed with all of us or else we would not have been chosen" Mikey speaks out.

"And he speaks" Cheyenne says looking directly at Mikey.
Mikey's mouth goes dry.

"Anyways who wants lunch. Food is down by the cafeteria and its free", Jamaal says.

Cheyenne chuckles still looking at Mikey. "right behind you Walker" she calls out.

"Are you coming Brooksy? "

" Yea I'm coming". Mikey stands and places his briefcase in his cabinet. Wait did she just call me Brooksy? This woman.

...

The three of them sat at a corner table in the cafeteria that took up a corner of the building on the second floor. There were several food places with their individual signs to choose from. Both Mikey and Cheyenne chose the chinese restaurant. He got the lomein and pineapple chicken, while she ordered the lomein and sweet chilli fish. Hmm maybe we like the same food. Mikey thought. Jamaal bought KFC. Both Cheyenne and Mikey noticed how much he loved to eat because he bought two meals instead of one. Where does it all go? He's all abs and no flabs. Mikey thought as he witnessed Jamaal devour both meals.

"Is it just me or was one of the junior architects a little pretentious. The guy, um Jacobs", Jamaal asks after wiping his fingers with his tongue.

"Yea what's up with that? He acts as if he is the boss", Cheyenne adds.

" Yea I know. Maybe he could be threatened by us. After all they are always looking for new... everything" says Jamaal, gesturing with a chicken leg in his hand.

"I don't know about that he is pretty creative. I think he has a bright future. I mean look at his work so far. Come on that mansion on Church Street. Amazing. " Mikey chimes in.

Both Cheyenne and Jamaal stare at him.

" What? Something on my face?"

"Brooks. Next time we are bashing someone, don't praise them", Jamaal says as he gets up from his seat "bathroom".

Mikey nods his head. He was never the type to just go along with what everyone was doing. He usually charted his own path, in his mind at least. I really do think he is talented,but I think he knows that a little too much.

"Hey" Cheyenne says snapping her fingers "do you do that often?"

"Do what? "

"Zone out of reality and into your own world"

"Who says I zone out of reality? "

"I've been staring at you for a while and you've been staring at that napkin"

"Well I just like to think alot, no offense to present company" Mikey says staring down at his hands.

"None taken. So did you put something in my drink? " Cheyenne questions.

Mikey's head shoots up to meet her light brown gaze as he realizes that she does remember him from the other night.

" Uhhh noo... It's-" Mikey tries to answer.

" So you were going to? Is that why your friend paid you? To drug me? "

" No! No! Heaven's no... Its just that.... The money... No... I" Mikey struggles.

"Relax. Relax. I didn't see you take the money. And you don't look like the type to drug and rape women. At least. Not to me", Cheyenne assures him.

Mikey sighs. Thank God!! He looks up at her. Her dark hair falling perfectly around her shoulders.

" My friend was encouraging me to talk to you. I was afraid because you were so beautiful. Why would you talk to me right? He offered money. I didn't take it. But I decided, what do I have to lose? ".

Cheyenne furrows her brows. Cute. Then she smiles.

"You think I'm beautiful. Go on. "

Mikey smiles then clears his throat.

" Yea, about the drink thing. It was just that I saw that you left your drink at the counter when you were going to greet your friend. It was only a thought that came out"

"So I make you say what you're thinking? "

Mikey laughs."I guess so. "

" What's all the laughter about? Me? I know I'm funny but that's bad manners", Jamaal says when he rejoins the group.

"Nothing just getting to know Brooksy a little"

Mikey smiles. I can't help but to smile at this woman.

"Yea ok". Jamaal shrugs. "It's time to get back, time to actually do some work".

They all get up from their table in unison.

"Jamaal" calls a voice from the left of the cafeteria aisle. Mikey recognises the female as the receptionist from this morning. Jamaal strays to go talk to her. "One minute, ya'll go ahead".

...

Mikey boards the 62C bus to go back up the hill to Norbrook He pays his fare and decides to take the second to last seat on the right. That way he can admire the setting. Let's see its 6:30 . I'll be home by 7:15. First day complete. I met an amazing woman... Cheyenne. Wow... I still can't believe she kissed me. Mikey shakes his head and smiles as he remembers the events following lunch hour.

He remembers, they were leaving the cafeteria and he had pressed number 3 on the elevator button to go back to work. The letter came up on the tiny elevator screen. "Elevator A, hope it's empty" she had said. Mikey had wondered why she wanted it to be empty. I guess now he knew.

The elevator doors opened and sure enough it was empty. Okay. Mikey thought at the time.

As the doors closed, she pressed the stop button so they were 'stuck'. "Uh what are you doing?" Mikey asked.

" I just wanna try something " Cheyenne said inching closer to him.

Mikey's heart rate quickened as they came face to face. Only an inch between their noses. Then she wrapped her hands around his neck. Then it happened.

Her lips brushed his ever so gently. Then the pressure gradually increased as he accepted the rush that crept up his spine. He then wrapped his hands around her waist and gently pushed her up against the silver elevator wall. Mikey groaned as she nibbled slightly on his bottom lip. Her lips were so soft and succulent. He felt his urge harden which immediately signalled him to pull away. The reality of where they were set in and he took a step back, eyeing the vixen before him. An erection is not a good look for the first day.

Cheyenne sighed." why did you stop?" she asked confused.

"Uhh. Work. And.... " Mikey says looking down at the bulge in his pants. Cheyenne smirked.

Mikey went to repress the stop button then the elevator started moving.

"Why did you do that?"

"I just wondered what it was like ever since I saw you. And now I know".

As if on cue the elevator door opens and she sauntered out in the direction of their office.

Mikey stood their. Unsure of what to do with the bulge in the pants, his mind was in a whirlwind. What was he going to do with her?

He snapped back to the present when the bus hit a speed bump. He was only a few bus stops away. Was I thinking about her all this time? Wow. Mikey smiled as he remembered how they carried on the day as if nothing happened. They were told who they would be working with for the next 2 months. He got Mr. Cuffe. Another Michael. I really wanted to work with Mrs. Hibberts. Oh well. Maybe next month.

Mikey presses the buzzer to signal his next stop. He comes off the bus a few seconds later and walks leisurely down the stone path, to his apartment building. He goes to the elevator to go to the 4th floor. As the elevator door opens at the fourth floor and he steps out, the sweet scent of flowers and springtime hits him. He recognises the smell before he turns left to go to his a
apartment at the end of the hall. It can't be her. He turns and there she is standing there in blue jeans and a t-shirt, thick curly blond hair from her mixed roots cascaded to her shoulders.

Chrissy?

Please let me know what you think by leaving some kind comments. This is my first experience writing a book, and I am enjoying the experience so far. Its as if I am escaping reality within my own mind!!! I am excited to see where this all ends, because like you I have no clue what happens next till it hits the page. 

Thanks for the reads so far!!!!