9 to 5 || Evie and Ed
Ed fought back a grin as he realized that his plan was, slowly but surely, going perfectly. He kept walking forward, but slowly. She probably didn’t even realize she was copying him. As long as he kept the subject away from it, she may not even realize what building she was in.
"Yeah, I can pretty much categorize periods of my life into raining and not raining. Even when it’s 30 degrees out, you should always carry an umbrella with you, just in case."
"I know, it’s awful." Ed continued. They were within grabbing distance of the door now. "So, are you moving out of your flat? Where are you going to?"
Her body moved on instinct, wanting to keep up with Ed out of social necessity, after all one couldn’t have a conversation if they were behind the other person. “I have two on me at all times now,” she said, pulling the edges of her umbrella’s out of the briefcase she carried. She knew she probably looked absurd sporting a man’s briefcase…but she’d grown attached to it, the object having been Derrick’s.
"Oh yes…I’m…I’ll be moving into my friend Meg’s place," she answered, not really thinking as Ed opened the door for her. Her eyes were always more focused on the person she was conversing with. "It’s better for me now, to sort of live somewhere fresh while I’m getting my bearings, ya know?"
And suddenly the noise and the background bustle of the yard was humming in her ears, causing Evie to let out a small sound of surprise. Her brows furrowed and she looked around in confusion. “I…oh…” Looking up at Ed, she quirked her head to the left slightly. “How did you do that…you distracted me…was that intentional or do you just like to be accidentally helpful?”
Cleaning House | Meg and Evie
Going after her as Evie finally located the cologne they were looking for, she felt her heart swell painfully in her chest, a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach forming with it as she watched Evie clutch one of them against her chest as if that bottle had somehow turned into Derrick. Though, after seeing what she’d seen in the woman’s bedroom, it didn’t really surprise her. You took what you could get, she supposed, in situations such as these. Didn’t make it hurt any less to watch. “All right,” she said quietly as Evie said she wanted twenty of them.
Taking one of the bottles herself, she motioned to the salesperson to come over, and stepped away from Evie for a bit so the lady wouldn’t bother her friend instead of her. “I’m going to need a cardboard box to put in twenty of these bottles,” Meg explained, showing the sample she had in her hand. The lady’s smile dimmed a bit as confusion showing in her gaze. “Twenty?” Meg nodded, forcing a smile on her face. “For goodie bags for a bachelorette party. Those strippers need some loving too,” Finished her explanation with a salacious wink, she stopped the urge to roll her eyes as the saleslady turned a little red in the face and scampered off.
Meg knew she shouldn’t have to justify her buy, but it seemed easier that way. Bound to garner a little less confused and nonplussed looks.
The lady returned with a box and Meg thanked her. “Here we are then. How ‘bout you fill this up for me, while I go pay?”
This was utterly absurd. If she’d asked anyone else to do this with her, it was probable that they’d be staring at her like she was crazy right now. Evie knew now what the saying “mad with grief” really meant. And yet there was no judgment in Meg’s eyes, only sorrow. Of course that settled in Evie’s chest too, the knowledge that her pain also hurt her friend, but there wasn’t really anything to be done about that.
If she had been herself, the brunette would have been on the floor in hysterics at the story that the redhead made up for the sales lady. She did feel a tiny bubble of amused appreciation, especially because Meg was always flawlessly composed when she was making up stories. As it was, she was proud enough that she managed to stand there as the saleslady returned with the box.
She was mute as she followed her friend up to the register, the saleslady grumbling to herself as she headed for the display of cologne. Evie bit at her lower lip, feeling anxious to get out of public. These days she had little energy for the world around her, and felt overwhelmed rather swiftly when she tried to interact with it. When Meg had paid, the box of cologne was handed over, Evie greedily reaching for it like it was a box full of riches.
"Thank you," she whispered to Meg as they made their way back to the entrance of the shopping center. "Y..you didn’t have to do this."
Usually, I’m sent into more third world locations. Directly where the trouble is brewing the most, or where a pissing match between the east and west happens. The talk had centered on sending me to the Ukraine, but my associates felt it a lot more pertinent to be here, after news broke out over the last incident. But, I’m rambling. If it’s not too much of a bother, and if you’re going in that direction, I’d love for you to show me. This is going to be my morning routine for who knows how long, and I’d like to not be late on the first day. Are you often a lifesaver, or is this just something that you do on occasion?
Oh goodness…I mean on the one hand it sounds interesting to have work that allows you to travel so much, but on the other hand you are constantly in the middle of tense situations and that must be exhausting if not frightening at times. London could certainly use your expertise though, after all the incidents…I think people are just starting to panic and feel helpless. Well I mean…I’m sure you would have figured it out without any assistance from me, but I am certainly happy to help.
Oh, thank god, I won’t be the only one. There’s a sincere fear I have that I’m going to walk through those doors and instantly be classified as a yank. I’ve got a job as a consultant, due to the rise in terrorist attacks. I don’t feel it’s anything that I should be necessarily thankful about, but the chance to go to where the ground is hot and do something at the front lines, is really a heartening opportunity. Do the roads take getting used to, or is that just something that your mind can learn in a second? Oh, and..Where’s the closest spot to the tube? I’m afraid I’m going to have to run to get to the yard. Shoot, a better question might be which stop to take.
There are several yanks here, you’ll be alright. We have a secret support group that meets twice a week…I’m kidding of course. Though that’s not the worst idea. Oh…I had heard them talking about getting a consultant in before I went on leave. Lord knows we could use you. People still aren’t over the massacre at the mental hospital. I understand what you mean, it feels good to be useful and feel like you’re making a difference. The roads definitely take getting used to. I still hate driving, I take the tube as much as possible. Their are entrances everywhere. I was actually going in that direction myself, I could show you if you’d like.
Oh it’s completely fine. If by first day, you mean my first day working at the yard? Afraid so. Of course, this is the first day that I’ve ever woken up in Britain..so I’m pretty freaked out. Just one question? What is the tube? As you can probably tell, I’m both incredibly american, and incredibly inept. The original plan was for me to be driven there, but my contact is apparently very much stuck in traffic. I’m just going to assume that’s something that normally happens around here. My name’s Jeff, by the way. It’s a pleasure ma’am.
Oh…oh my…just a day of firsts for you isn’t it? Welcome to London, I can only assume you’re here for work. Most people who mention the yard are here for work. The tube is what they call the subway here. Let me tell you I’ve lived here for two years and the lingo still trips me up sometimes. Yes, traffic is an issue around here all the time, you’ll get used to it being a part of your daily routine. I’m from America too so I feel your pain in regards to all the transitional woes of moving to a new place. Jeff, it’s a pleasure. Evelyn Reid, but call me Evie.
No. I mean it’s fine. Completely fine. I have to arrive in less than twenty minutes to the yard, while simultaneously dealing with the fact that the roads are going the wrong way, Yeah. No, the contact didn’t leave me any information besides going up to the front desk, and telling them my name. Of course. I’ll do my very best to make a good impression. Leaving the hotel, and heading out into the rain. It never stops raining. The roads look pretty busy, but there’s nothing else noteworthy. Eh, it’s kind of exciting.
You um…you forgot to mention the traffic. Were you planning on driving to the yard because if you were…you’re not going to make it in twenty minutes. You’re better off taking the tube. Sorry…I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just hard you mention the yard and that’s where I work too so I couldn’t help but feel a little curious. I mean, that is, I’m not working there currently, I’m on leave, but when I’m not on leave that’s where I work. Is this your first day?
Of course, as long as it isn’t stolen in the meantime. I’d forgotten how much I hated public transport.
My coworker left his briefcase on a train once and it was still there. I guess most people figure it’s going to contain a lot of boring papers…so they don’t bother unless the briefcase itself looks expensive.
God I hope so. I’m just so busy today, and that makes things worse. Maybe I’ll send my PA to get it.
Well that is what a PA is for, right? As long as there’s nothing in your briefcase you would have needed immediately, you can do other things until your PA retrieves the briefcase for you.
Ah no! My briefcase is still on the tube. Why today?
Oh…that’s horrible luck…I’m so sorry. Maybe you can call someone and let them know what train it is…and they can have someone leave it for you at the next stop?
It’s amazing the time people take out of their day to be mean. The streets of London are crowded, it’s inevitable that people are going to bump into each other by accident. But today I watched this pair stand there and scream obscenities at each other for a good fifteen minutes, which in my mind seemed a little ridiculous.