I couldn't focus on my job. There were too many thoughts swirling in my head.
Who was that curly haired freak?! Why did he have long hair? Guys aren't supposed to have long hair! What did he want with me? He was kinda cute...
Snap out of it Beth!
I sighed and placed my fingers back on the blue floating keys. I didn't pay attention to my screen though, I just looked out of the windows taking over the walls. Behind me were walls painted a dark grey, and I had two office areas next to mine. My elbows rested on my gray desk.
There were small black walls meant to stop looking over at my co-workers, but I was a little taller so I could see over them. There was a guy next to me, and he had dark gray hair and bright blue eyes. He had a pale complexion.
He wore a grey and blue jacket over a black shirt, and his eyes were really focused on his screen.
I looked over on the other side of me and there was a girl with light blonde hair with purple highlights showing everywhere. She shared the same big, blue eyes as the guy beside me. She wore a red and white band around her head that matched her clothing. Her shirt was shoulder less, except for the black straps coming from the rim of her shirt. The shirt was white, and it had red polka dots speckled on it.
She was eying me up suspiciously but when I turned to look at her, she recognized who I was and her eyes shot back to the screen.
I sighed and looked back at my screen, which was ready for its investigation.
There was a picture of a girl that was just born, only she looked to be eighteen years old. Somehow, we were able to determine what they would look like once they grew up. I guess our technology is a bit advanced.
She had bright yellow hair and piercing blue eyes. She was pretty pale.
Her colors showed up in a green base. So I had to make her outfit based on this color.
I guess this seemed a bit odd, but then again, the way this country moves smoothly is quite odd. I heard footsteps coming towards me but I ignored them as I designed the clothes and started picking their color. The footsteps stopped abruptly as I heard a scream and shortly after, I felt a hot sensation in my lap. I looked up to a girl with dark brown hair and eyes. She had brown glasses pushed up to her nose and her bangs met the top of them. Her hair reached her shoulders and stopped there. She wore a dark blue hoodie and short white shorts. Her brown boots came up to her knee. She held a platter, which used to hold four cups of coffee on them, but now they were on my lap. She crossed her legs shyly and squeaked.
"Oh my! I'm sososososo sorry!" She frantically apologized. Her eyes read scared.
Honestly, I got this all the time. Because I'm the presidents daughter, I can just say the word and get them executed over something small like accidentally dropping coffee on me.
I gave her a sympathetic smile.
"It's alright. I'm Bethany. Well, you know who I am." I shrugged and smiled kindly.
"What's your name?"
The girl looked down at me in shock, probably at how nice I was considering that she just spilled coffee on my lap.
"S-Stacy..." She stuttered, probably scared that I was gonna report her.
"Hi Stacy! It's nice to meet you! Here. Lemme help you get this coffee cleaned up." I offered and started picking up the paper cups.
"B-but if you don't do your work-k t-then-n you'll g-get fired-d!" She stuttered. Wow, she was nervous.
"Hey, my dad runs this place. I think they'll be fine with this if they don't wanna get fired." I winked at her as I took some napkins out of one of the gray cabinets and started cleaning the floor (and myself) up. For the first time, she smiled at me.
"T-Thanks." She said, her eyes expressing joy. I smiled back and walked back to where she came from; the coffee station.
When we arrived, Stacy pushed past the door and disappeared behind the counter. She started pouring more coffee into the cups and made them exactly the way they should've been; not spilt.
It was astonishing how intricate she was with measuring out the ingredients and stirring. I don't think I could ever do that without getting the recipe wrong or spilling it everywhere.
"Wow, you're really good with this!" I remarked, leaning on the wooden counter. Stacy looked at me and grinned.
"T-T-Thanks. I have this talent anyways." She shrugged, her shutterbug starting to finally fade out.
My watch buzzed.
New schedule change:
Go visit your Grandfather. Go do your job later.
The blue pop up faded away and I sighed.
"I'm gonna have to go Stacy. I got a schedule change." I explained, pushing myself off the counter.
"Ugh, I always have those. Well, good luck, see ya soon!" She waved while keeping her eyes occupied on the recipe.
"Bye!" I exchanged a received a nod in return.
I made my way out of the building and entered the senior citizen building conveniently located next to my workplace.
I made my way to the directory, where a guy was sitting at the receptionist desk.
He had moppy brown hair and blue eyes that widened when he saw me. He wore a leather jacket with the collar over lapping the zipper. Underneath it, you could barely tell there was a brown shirt underneath. He wore blue jeans and black tennis shoes as well, matching and completing the outfit.
His face of shock turned into a cocky smirk.
The room was tan with white trim, and had dark brown furniture around. The guy was sitting behind a white counter.
"Hey darling, what's your name?" He asked flirtatiously as I approached the desk. I rolled my eyes and let out a deep growl. I completely ignored his question...and Mr.Casanova over here.
"I'm looking for my grandfather." I said confidently, ignoring his wandering eyes.
"Babe, I'm sure you got time for me." He said, smirking and desperately trying to pick me up.
"Nah, you see, I'm on a tight schedule." I countered. "And my grandfathers name is Keen Bates." I said, putting a hand on my hip. The last name got him.
"I AM SO SORRY!" He yelped and instantly broke eye contact with me. I sighed, still annoyed, but I forced a friendly smile.
"It's okay, Mr...uh..." I inquired. His expression softened into relief.
"Lee." The guy smiled and held out his hand for me to shake. I took it and shook his hand then let go.
"Mr.Bates is ready for you, Bethany." He smiled, looking at his watch then back at me.
"Thanks Lee. And please, let's just pretend that never happened." I pleaded as I started walking towards the elevator. Lee smiled.
"Yeah, let's." Lee chuckled nervously. "Let's just be friends." He suggested as I walked into the elevator.
"Agreed." I stated as the elevator closed. I had entered with an old lady that had yellowish white hair. It was up on a tight bun on the top of her head. She wore a yellow jacket with a light pink shirt underneath. She wore black leggings that hugged her legs and white shoes.
The elevator was decorated on the inside with red paint. On the floor, on the walls, and on the ceiling.
I knew where my grandfather lived already, hence Lee not telling me where to go. He probably just got assigned here, considering the usual Mr.Lackey wasn't here. Him and his brother Mr.Flunkey were very funny.
I punched the button with a four on it and waited as it slowly made its climb.
Soon enough, the elevator stopped on floor four and I exited.
The room I had to go to was 6BA so I didn't have to walk for. I just had to take two rights and I'm here!
I opened the door quietly and peered in. The soft blue room held the usual. A bed and a balcony. There was also a small table by the bed that held Grandpa's untouched mushroom stew. It seemed like that's all he ate anymore...
Grandpa was sitting in his wheelchair looking at the sun that I hadn't noticed was starting to reach the horizon.
"Hey grandpa!" I whisper yelled softly.
He jumped a little, but he instantly turned around to look at me.
"I wonder who that could be!" (See Wut I did ther? Heh?) he smiled, his white hair warped from the sudden gust of wind.
"You wonder too much." I smirked.
"You wonder too less!" He shot back.
"That's not even a sentence!" I laughed as I walked over and put my arms around his neck in an embrace. His arm went around my back and patted it with his hand.
"I missed you." He grunted as he let go.
"I missed you too."

"Don't tell your father I said this, but I don't exactly agree with the way he's running things around here." Grandpa said, bring the spoon full of stew to his mouth. We were sitting in the lounge, having a snack. I had a cup of warm tea (IM SO COUNTRIEST) in my hand.
"What? Why?" I asked curious. I was pretty much fully content with how things were set up.
"Because your father doesn't understand what common knowledge is anymore." He tried to explain. "The world doesn't wonder anymore. They're too afraid to. The ambition is worn out and tired." He said, smoothing out his purple coat.
"Even Heinous my brother doesn't agree with his morals. And you know what he's like." He chuckled and winked at me. I giggled as well, tugging my skirt down as it was starting to ride up.
"He doesn't allow us to meet anybody new or make any choices. How are we supposed to wonder anymore?" He ranted. As if he could read my mind, his eyes widened.
"Sorry, I'm yammering. Anyways, how was your day?"
"It was pretty good, except for the nominated suitor part." I mumbled. Grandpa widened his eyes once again. His warm face turned to a snarl.
"I shouldn't have let him marry my daughter. Or died trying." He growled. I understood. Mom told me I wasn't exactly what she wanted when she wanted it.
I looked down. My thoughts had turned to the mysterious man.
"So what's he like?" Grandpa asked, changing the subject.
"David? Oh he's nice bu-"
"Not him." He interrupted. There was a smirk plastered on his face. "The other man you're thinking about." This time, my eyes widened.
"How did you-!"
Grandpa was always sort of mysterious, like he had some kind of magic about him. He was always a free spirit.
"Bethany dearie, I can tell your brain is tossing thoughts around. Just tell me. I won't tell anyone." He swore his secrecy. I smiled at that.
"Well, he was this curly haired man." I started. Grandpa nodded.
"I'd admit, a knife to the throat isn't exactly the best way to greet someone, but he was nice once he found out it was a misunderstanding." I kept going by the intrigued look on Grandpas face.  It was a smile mixed with a look of proudness. I couldn't read his eyes though.
That was another mysterious part about him. I could never read his eyes. It's like he blocked up his emotion and shut the blinds.
"What was his name?" He asked.
"I-he didn't tell me that part..." I faded off. "But I gave him a new name until I know his." I stated.
"Really? What did you name him?" Grandpa ran his fingers through his beard. That's what he always does when he thinks.
"I named him Stampy."
"Oh? Why is that?" He asked curiously, leaning forward.
"When he left, he stamped his foot on the ground. I thought it was weird, but you know. " I shrugged. It wasn't normal for me to be stood up in an alleyway either.
My grandfather smiled at me.
"It's time you should be getting home. And...you should really talk to Annette about this." He smiled mischievously.
"But wh-"
"Mr.Bates, it's time for your evening nap!" A cheerful girl sing-songed.
"Thank you Savannah." Grandpa looked up at her and smiled. (I ran out of names ;-;)
"See you Tomohawk- I mean..." He blushed. "Goodbye Beth." He called as he was rolled away in his wheelchair. He just left me with two questions.
What did Annette have to do with this? And Who in the world is Tomohawk?