sunday_reveries - Picture 5
Feelings are much like waves; we can't stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf.
Christine blankly stares at the screen of her laptop. The top of her hand feels the warmth surrounding her fresh cup of coffee. She's ready to write out her opinions and fit in a few facts about Tony and Stark Industries. Maybe she'll mention the famous Pepper Potts, maybe.
Christine isn't too fond of Miss Potts.
"Is there really a need for that, though?" She talks to herself sometimes.
The appropriate thoughts of Tony Stark rose up irrelevant ones. It took her quite some time to realize it, but the finger resting on the F key was found suddenly tucked in the corner of her mouth. Subconsciously, there was a small smile.
He was really good that night. Haven't had that much fun in ages. Throughout the entire night, Christine has blocked out these thoughts. She felt them rushing through important note-to-self's and reminders just to be recognized. And now that she has finally decided to pay attention, she can no longer ignore, for these thoughts have become a part of her permanent memories. How unhealthy. How unprofessional. But can she help that she's so passionate?
She knows how to tuck away memories for later or even a long time, but currently this certain one wants to stay longer. Ugh, but she has a job to keep. A good one at that.
Christine curls her fingers around the handle of her mug, careful not to let her knuckles touch the hot walls. The small sip burns the tip of her tongue and she nearly spills the hot beverage when she quickly brings it back to its place near the mouse. That's going to leave a beautiful tongue blister later on.
Now, back to work.
Christine blankly stares at the screen of her laptop. The top of her hand feels the warmth surrounding her fresh cup of coffee. She's ready to write out her opinions and fit in a few facts about Tony and Stark Industries. Maybe she'll mention the famous Pepper Potts, maybe.
Christine isn't too fond of Miss Potts.
"Is there really a need for that, though?" She talks to herself sometimes.
The appropriate thoughts of Tony Stark rose up irrelevant ones. It took her quite some time to realize it, but the finger resting on the F key was found suddenly tucked in the corner of her mouth. Subconsciously, there was a small smile.
He was really good that night. Haven't had that much fun in ages. Throughout the entire night, Christine has blocked out these thoughts. She felt them rushing through important note-to-self's and reminders just to be recognized. And now that she has finally decided to pay attention, she can no longer ignore, for these thoughts have become a part of her permanent memories. How unhealthy. How unprofessional. But can she help that she's so passionate?
She knows how to tuck away memories for later or even a long time, but currently this certain one wants to stay longer. Ugh, but she has a job to keep. A good one at that.
Christine curls her fingers around the handle of her mug, careful not to let her knuckles touch the hot walls. The small sip burns the tip of her tongue and she nearly spills the hot beverage when she quickly brings it back to its place near the mouse. That's going to leave a beautiful tongue blister later on.
Now, back to work.