"W-w-w-hat seems to be problem?" I chattered, gripping my arms around myself, sitting at the corner table while talking to a middle aged woman who seems to have lost all patience with me and the situation she has gotten herself into.
"My passport doesn't coincide with my Birth Certificate!" she grumbled, impatiently. "The guard told me to come here and ask for a certification or something."
"Oh...kay..." I said as I stood up from my seat, just about ready to bolt into the restroom to defrost. "Kindly wait, while I consult with Skittles."
The joints in my fingers seem to have stiffened over the period of time that I've stayed in place, typing away on the keyboard. The backs of my hands have become transluscent that I can almost already see the green and purple spidery veins and capillaries that etched through the crevices and trenches in my hands.
After asking Skittles about the appropriate course of action, I later went back to my freezing table and reiterated Skittles' advice as best I could. The shivering has subsided...so did the lady's anger. She had fallen back into her peaceful and sane state of mind, thanks to the exaggerated airconditioning system. She bid me farewell and gave one last nod of gratitude before disappearing behind the door of the narrow office hallway.
Knox loomed over my table as he reached his surprisingly toned arm across the table for my pen. His shadow engulfed the flourescent light that illuminated my papers and my drafts. A distraction! I thought. An eclipse over my concentration! Knox's clean, soapy scent was intoxicating and all the world fell in slow motion, as he reached over again to return the item which he burrowed...mumbling an incoherent 'thank you' before exiting the stage of my point-of-view.
The bustling and the chatter resumed and that world started to spin again.
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