The Starbucks was packed full of people, everyone shoving each other back and forth. Why was this place always so incredibly crowded? For a place so small and compact in size, there were always such large amounts of people.

Elliot finally reached the register and saw the other patrons glare at him as he ordered for his picky boss. "So let's see. I'll take a grande mocha skim milk no caramel, macchiato, extra foam." The barista was about to fix his order, when he asked her to double it. A collective sigh was heard throughout the establishment.

He turned to the customer next to him, she looked like she understood, she did smile at him after all. She glanced up from her phone.

"Hello." She was smiling again, perhaps this morning was turning out better than he expected. Not wanting to seem weird or rude, he replied to the brunette.

"Hey." He smiled and waved. Elliot thought this to be a good time to strike up a conversation. "So, how's your morning, so far mines been pretty hectic." He chuckled slightly.

Frowning, she covered her earpiece and rolled her eyes. "Hold on Jan, some idiot is standing here creeping on me." The girl faced him. "Can I help you?" Wishing to be out of this awful situation he simply shook his head and walked to where he received his food. "Wacko." She muttered as he walked away, he was just a big ball of awkward today, wasn't he?

The barista handed him the two coffees on a tray, and he grinned at her. "Thank you so much. You know how it is, picky boss." He leaned in closer, "It's my first day interning."

"Listen bud, they don't pay me to care. Alyssa, one cream no sugar chai latte." His window of conversation had closed and he was fully prepared to leave this commercial hellhole. Out of the green colored building and into...traffic. Miles of traffic. Looks like I'm going to walk the way back to the building, he groaned internally at the mere idea of it.

Elliot was heaving and puffing by the time he made it back to the office building. A man in a green jogging suit raced ahead of him, holding the door open for him. "Thanks."

The man tipped his baseball cap at him, "No problem my good man, nothing like a jog early in the morning to get your blood pumping, am I right? How much did you go for this morning? You look like you ran a marathon."

"Uh." He thought about the distance from the nearest Starbucks was from here. "Half a block maybe..."

The man could hardly keep from laughing. "I see." Both of them walked inside and up the stairs to the same place. When the green suit clad man realized this fact he made the connection, "You're one of the new interns, well I'm Dale. You know, the kale but with a D. Ha, D." Not even stopping to ask his name, he jogged off.

"Gee, thanks for asking, I'm Elliot." He was so busy talking to himself that he neglected to notice the black dress quickly nearing his location, who was also not watching her path. The collision was unfortunate, but inevitable. "You have got to be joking."

"Mr. Davis..." He couldn't bear to make eye contact with her, but he witnessed her take a finger to the hot mixture spilled on her chest. "You got my order wrong." Her tone was calm and even.

"I'm so sorry. Ms. Jordan I'll completely buy you a new one right away. I swear it was an accident." He hurried himself with finding a paper towel close to him, gathering only a few tissues. She grabbed the Kleenex from his fingers and threw them on the ground.

"Do you think that I can't make the money to buy myself a new dress? Is this because I'm female? How dare you?" Before he could say another word, she had all of the tissues picked up and the coffee sopped out of her clothing. He stood up, only to have the coffee soaked paper hurled at him, the moment he was on his feet. "Whoopsie. Must be my girlish aim, I was trying to get the garbage can. My bad."

What had he done to upset this woman? "Come on, I'm all for women's rights." Now he had a large brown blob on the center of his chest and he couldn't possibly get it out.

"Oh, I've got you covered." He felt a shirt thrown at him this time, a blue button down.

"Thank you." Elliot looked over at his new hero. It was a girl with spunky red hair in a pixie cut, wearing a green blouse and khaki pants. He checked the size, it should be right for him.

"No problem, hey sorry about Miss Feminist over there, she gives all of us a bad name. Equal rights, for her that means no men, period. I'm Wendy." She offered Elliot a hand. He took it, grateful to have someone normal to talk to. "Who are you?"

He sighed, relieved, "I'm Elliot. I'm interning here over the Summer." Her face softened more. "Is she like that all of the time?"

Wendy laughed, "Yeah, unless she's drunk, that's it. That girl is secretly a party animal. Then she becomes the most joyful person you'd ever meet." They returned to their original conversation. "So, interning, that's a blast. All of that lovely paperwork to fill out. Where are you going?"

"Wharton." Her face changed. "Yeah I know."

"Big school man." A shrill cry came from the other side of the door, where work waited for them.

"Wendy! Come in here!" Casey's voice rang throughout the hall.

"Coming mother." He laughed as she cracked a final joke, leaving him to find his cubicle once again. He turned the corner to find that his stuff had been moved to a completely different desk. His mind went to three different places at once, one: someone had stolen his stuff, two: someone had throw all of his stuff away, or three: someone had moved it. The third option was the case. In his place at the desk was now a dark haired man with a white face and a strange marking on his face. Elliot watched on as he started to chant. What is he doing?

"Um, excuse me, would you happen to know where my belongings went by any chance sir?" Slowly, his head rotated towards him.

"Everything belongs to the Dark Lord. You do, I do. Everything." The stranger hissed at the last word when it left his mouth. Wow, he thought he'd seen it all.

"Okay, well I mean my possessions...do you know where they are?" The white faced gentleman hissed some more and Elliot backed away.

"I have had the privilege to be possessed by a dark one before, yes, yes." He mouthed an okay, when another person called out to the cubicle that was meant to be his. The voice called his name.

"Elliot. Elliot Davis, yes you, come over here." He traced the sound of his voice calling his name to the secretary desk.

A lanky man with glasses and a bolo tie sat behind the infamous poster in a metal chair that paralleled an electric one from an execution room. "Listen I'm going to make this quick. Your stuff is all on the desk over there." He gestured to the cubicle over in the front row. "You see, the cubicles are arranged alphabetically and once you disrupt order...chaos." The other man's voice started to frighten him. "My name is Paul." He did not offer his hand to Elliot, then he saw the containers upon containers of hand sanitizer on the countertop. 

Then there was Linda, in short, a soccer mom. On my way to the bathroom she intercepted Elliot, and they had a full introduction. Although, it was largely one sided. She talked non-stop about her 3 "wonderful" children and how all of them were star athletes and students. Then after finally escaping her clutches, he was able to use the restroom.

"Hey there buddy, got any TP?" Ah! Elliot was out of there faster than a white mom in a Target on Black Friday. Outside, another girl his age waited by the water cooler for a bottle to fill. He gulped, she was a red head, with hazel eyes and a bright smile. Hilly. She happened to be interning at the exact same time. Maybe its not all bad.

PS

I tried to tab the story in but Wattpad did not seem to like it :).