"Hey, look," Becky nodded towards the guy who had been fixing the copying machine as he retreated from the office. Josie's interest was peaked at the sigh of a large guitar case that what seemed to look like was in pristine condition. She turned back towards Becky, asking who he was exactly. Despite knowing there was someone who came around to deliver multitudes of copies and printed stacks within the building, she never really paid much attention. Becky shrugged as another worker walked by, overhearing their conversation. He stopped behind Josie, leaning against the door frame of her office.
"His name's Aaron, from what I've heard. He carried on a full conversation in Taiwanese last month with the representative of our company overseas, Mr. Huang," he rolled his eyes, "Something else, if I say so myself." Josie nodded, taking note that the company that delivered the papers was the same one she ran past every morning. Languages intrigued her almost as much as music, as she knew Swedish and English alone but had always wanted to expand her studies. She had even tried to learn some basic Japanese in her free time but it didn't pay off very well. She smiled at the thought, realizing she only knew the most basic of a select few languages, mostly just how to say hello. The young worker made his way back to his cubicle and Josie threw a smile back at Becky as they walked to their own desks to actually start their workday.
"Why do you want to know?" Becky pried as she cocked an eyebrow in a teasing manner. "Like what you saw?" Josie coughed on a laugh and rolled her eyes.
"That was the furthest thing from my mind. I saw the guitar case, it's only habit. You know that." Her lips pulled back in a smile as Becky only dismissed her claim, with a soft 'yeah okay'.
Josie's fingers clicked across the keyboard as she accessed her schedule for the night, transferring it over to her iPhone in a few button clicks. She had a busy Monday night ahead of her, stocked with covering two new up and coming bands along with spitting out a report on the venue they were being held at before she came into work the next morning. She did a little bit of research on the two bands, compiling the basic information along with a couple of their fans 'need-to-know' questions. Most were nothing short of a couple of teenagers trying to find personal information such as girlfriends, first dates, et cetera. Josie rolled her eyes as she scrolled past the fifteenth 'Is Mack seeing anyone?' and shoved herself from the computer. Becky's eyes amusingly looked over the top of her computer screen, one eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm going to get Chipotle, want anything?" Before she knew it she had a text from both Becky and Roger with what they wanted. She rolled her eyes and shouldered her purse as she made were way back out to the busy New York street. She didn't bother with a taxi, and instead started the short walk to Chipotle. She noted the park to her right, deciding a short cut wouldn't hurt. As she walked, she could barely make out a form laying under the large Oak tree in the middle of the park. Her heels clicked against the walkway, cheeks flushing from the brisk exercise. As Josie closed in on the Oak tree, with intent to walk past it, she noticed the form laying beneath it as being the same young man in her office. She glanced at her phone, seeing the time of 12:43 blinking back at her. Taking a moment to admire the guitar case, she took a sharp breath, reaching one foot out to tap his in hopes of waking him up. Surely he'd have back to work soon, she assumed, and he looked far to comfortable to have only been there a few minutes.