0 days since last accident

"0 days? Did he dieded?"

Silence in the office. Steve laughs at his own awful joke. Luckily no one heard it, e if they do he would have a hard time explaining it to them. He was on his way to his desk while he passed the cleaning lady who is excessively crying. Besides her stands the new girl comforting the sobbing lady. Being the guy he is, he won’t bother to ask why, and the presence of the new girl expectedly throw him in a chaos of indecisive thoughts, but he concluded quick that he would take a second trip after he put his bag, and would try to engage in a conversation with them if they are still there. If the girl is still there of course. 

               

He put his bag and turns back to the scene. The cleaning lady is gone, so does the girl. He wonders what is his odd against all the possibilities. Against the universe. Close to none is obvious, but what matters is that he could always use a friend. Yes, friendship is a good start. Then we can go further, Steve thought to himself. He's sure he's a solid 5 this year, those new shirts surely is a good investment. He's been getting male fashion advices from his fellow friends who seem to be more successful.

Suddenly he felt presence breaching his fort cubicle. He turn around and saw the new girl with that fucker Chris standing behind him. She got a box in her hand and was looking straight at him.

"Are you sure? I can do this for you m'lady"

"Its okay, I got nothing to do anyway. Let’s do this together then, just throw everything in. This box is big enough I think"

"Hmm so, are you free tonight?"

"Shut up or you'll be the next one Chris. I'll make sure it looks like you're slipping on the wet floor too. They'll arrest that cleaning lady for sure"

Steve didn't listen to all this. He's preoccupied by the sight of their limbs passing through him like he's made of hologram.

  
"Hey look at his browser history!"