For a moment, he was mesmerized, watching the prickly raindrops collecting on the window panes.
He was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about how his friend was doing, why he couldn’t make the conscious effort of letting her know that he wants to treat her because he lost their bet, and that letting her know also that she should treat him back because she cheated in that same bet.
This never made sense, but hey, everything doesn’t have to.
He then shifted his blank stare from the infinite prism beads to the radiantly warm headlamp, to the two lonely orange chairs below it, and to the lone coffee table that kept them company. It was a charming sight indeed.
The chair seemed to beckon him, to sit on it, like he did before when he had the interview with her friend’s friend (it was a mock interview, you see. She was supposed to be hired in the first place).
It never made sense, but hey, everything doesn’t have to.
Again, he was lost in his thoughts.
The rain. The bet. The Interview.
Hesitation; it all made sense.
And finally, for a moment, he smiled.
He finally understood bliss.
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