Delivery Girl [Closed]

[lucia]

Luci bustled down the hallways with a stack of files in her arms. She most certainly didn't think she was going to send the folders and papers in the usual way, through the air. Somehow, she thought all of her papers were far too important to deliver that way and should they go to the wrong person or someone else intercept them, she would never forgive herself - or at least always be even more wary. So, eliminating that mishap, she walked quickly towards the first office she was to visit.

The handwriting on the front of the folder directed it to Flewby, Jones. She pursed her lips, trying to remember where his office was and she gaped, remembering all of a sudden where she was supposed to be going. His cubicle was in an obscure area and she had to twist and turn down a few hallways to get there, but it was a short trip and she casually knocked on the old man's door.

He was little and white with horn rimmed glasses, a smile with crinkles on the edges decorating his aged, but intelligent face. He beckoned her in and Lucia produced the file with a flourish and a grin, exchanging small talk with the old man. He was so kind and enjoyed having company. It seemed that he didn't get too many visitors in this part of the ministry and this is what made Lucia's personal deliveries so much better. She didn't enjoy the impersonal qualities of sending papers flying through the air - she much preferred to go herself.

Unfortunately, she couldn't really stay that much longer. She had two folders to deliver still and more papers on her desk that needed filling out. Bidding him a farewell, Lucia scampered out of the office and looked to the next name on the list with a gulp. Frowning softly, she did not like this name. McPherson, Darby. He was a mean old codger and definetely not someone she liked dealing with. He was old enough to be her great grandfather and thought he knew everything there was to know in the natural world. Plus, he was downright nasty. She slowly strolled through the halls towards his office, nervous fingering the edge of the file.

She chewed on her lip as she approached the door and took a deep breath before gently knocking on the door, wincing as his harsh voice beckoned her to do her business and then leave. She poked her head in the cubicle and held out the folder. McPherson grabbed it roughly from her hands and growled something at her (she couldn't quite decipher what it was that he did say), waving at her to remove herself. Glad to oblige, Lu quickly pulled herself from the office and was almost afraid to look at the next file. However, she knew she needed to - and if it was another painfully mean delivery, she could always just slip it under the door....

Spinnerfold, Gavin. Lu's head tilted to the side and she smiled - excellent. He wasn't mean at all - quite the contrary! He was polite and charming, not something one saw in men these days. She was glad it was him and not someone like McPherson. She shivered at the thought of having to deal with someone like him again - it made her so tense and nervous! People really did need to chill out and be a little nicer. Perhaps things in the world wouldn't be going so badly if everyone was a little nicer. She sniffed in disgust at the notion of people being so nasty and continued along through the hallways, approaching Gavin's portion of office space.

When she reached the office, she readjusted her pink blouse and black, knee-length skirt. Pursing her lips, she took a deep breath and settled herself with a small gesture of her hands before she lifted her hand to knock. After a moment, she slowly opened the door and poked her head in, a bright smile on her cheerful face, "'Ello," she drawled in her charming, albeit fading, Italian accent. "I have something for you," she produced the file with a grin, holding it out to him, a meager file, but a file nonetheless.

[clairebear]

Today was one of those days that could be undoubtedly dubbed a “slow day.” For this, Gavin was grateful. He never liked having a ton of work, because that was just too much stress for one person. Sometimes it felt like he was the only person in his entire department, or at least the only person who worked. But today, apparently someone had picked up their pen and forced themselves to fill out some paperwork because Gavin had very little to do.

Because of this, he could work at his leisure. If he wanted to, he could take a break and come back. However, he was always the responsible one and never left work unless he was permitted to. Plus, he was a little anal-retentive about getting as much work done as possible before leaving for home or fun, laughs, and good times. It was a good work ethic, and he stuck to it. He hummed a little tune as he worked. The tune couldn’t really be identified with any well-known song, because it was just a few random notes that came into his head.

Clearly Gavin was in a relatively good mood. Then, to make his day even brighter, the pretty secretary, who was by no means a toy, came into the room and announced that she had something for him. “Oh?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. She handed him a file, which he had been expecting. He flipped it open and turned a few pages. Everything that he needed was in here, which was perfect. “So how are you, Lucia?” Gavin always made it a point to check up on the girl because … he was a Humanitarian. Yes. He cared about the people around him.

“Take a seat, if you’re not busy. I’m certainly not,” Gavin laughed. He could definitely declare himself bored out of his skull, even though he had a few things to do. Paper work never really counted as something to do to Gavin. Sure, it was all a part of his job, but it could hardly be proclaimed as something completely enticing. He leaned back in his swivel chair.

[lucia]

Lu smiled pleasantly, she was quite glad that he was in a good mood. It wasn't a day that people should be mad. Indeed, she was quite sure that it was a pleasant day outside and there was a sun shining down on London with a light breeze blowing through. That had been predicted in the weather forcast and she had come in that morning feeling especailly happy, which meant good weather was on its way. Perhaps it would be what the Americans called an Indian Summer day. If so, she was quite happy for it! The cold was so unpleasant.

Scuttling into the office, she peered out (making sure a superior wasn't walking by) and gently shut the door behind her, hoping to mask the fact she wasn't immediatley heading back to her desk with papers waiting upon it. They weren't really papers that needed to be done immediately and although she knew they had to be done before the end of the day, she was a dilligent worker and deserved a little break. After a morning of running around, anyone could use a nice chit-chat. Kind of embarrassed, she made a point to look around the small office (as though anyone was looking) before she sat down, daintily crossing her stocking-ed legs.

She folded her hands neatly in her lap and bobbed her foot, a habit she had from sitting at her desk when her hands weren't busy. Usually she was writing something or filling something out, so when her hands weren't moving, she had to bob her foot to keep herself distracted. Once she was finally seated, she could address the question of how she was. The Italian-English woman smiled at him pleasantly, glad to see someone still had manners. "Quite well, a bit busy, but what can you do?" she giggled softly and tossed her curly brown hair over her shoulder, leaning forward in her seat with her foot still bobbing almost seperate of the rest of herself. "And you?" she asked politely, tilting her head to the side as a sign of her inquisitveness.

"Well, I mean, I do already know you're not busy," she added quickly, a pinkness spreading over her cheeks, "You already said that. But, well, forgive me - I'm so scatterbrained sometimes," she tapped the side of her head and blushed bright red, she always got somewhat flustered when she wasn't in her element. "Your day must at least be relaxing?" she offered, hoping to cover up for her little lapse of judgement/intelligence earlier.