Thomas Peterson

Maybe Marti was mature, but he didn't give a damn about his job, or he just liked to do naughty things from time to time to have fun or get himself fired. He was probably just doing it to annoy, he was friends with the boss and he thought doing his job like a child was funny.

" I leave it in your hands." Charlie makes a gesture with his hands as if he were handing him something invisible. He seems amused to see Richard's confused, ice-cold face and laughs a little. He enters through the door and goes back to doing hIs work inside. .

"Kosolowick!" A man shouts with spirit behind him, approaches and rests his hand around his neck until he leaves it still on his shoulder.

" Kozłowski." He corrects, without looking at the man. He hated those touches from people he didn't like, well, he didn't really like being touched by anyone.

He knows that his last name is difficult for foreigners to pronounce, in Poland he never had any problems, but in the United States they had even asked him if he spoke Spanish after hearing him speak with a strange accent. He would give them a look of complete annoyance, and tell them that his country of origin was Poland, and they would immediately ask him how to speak Polish. It's not that he minded talking about his country, but he didn't like being called by his last name. He had already dropped his mother's last name and kept his father's; he had planned to change it to a Yankee surname that was easier to pronounce, but he didn't feel like doing it. He has already had several problems with his father, but they were less than those he had with his mother. He could stand seeing his paternal last name on his document, but he didn't like saying it In public or being called by it all the time.

"Yes whatever. What did you do on the weekend?"

Richard doesn't even want to think about his memories again. He's had enough this morning remembering his shitty childhood. Over the weekend he had stayed up late into the night, only sleeping four hours out of the six he normally slept. His dark circles were very noticeable, but since he had them from the first day, no one asked him how well he had slept.

" Nothing, just sleep." He lies in the easiest way he can think of, he has already said it several times and they have believed him every time. In the office, he was the boring boy who only cared about work. He never I had heard some rumors about him that were interesting, partly because he was like a statue and also because he got along well with the group of old gossips in the office, who found out everything through their contacts.

Just sitting next to them at lunch was enough for them to open up to him and tell him the gossip. The old women liked him because they knew the friendly version of his mother, they reminded her of the good woman she was, and he hated that, but with his teeth grinding he resisted the urge to hit them and tried to be as kind as possible.

"Oh, come on! Is that the only thing you do, man?" he asks with mockery and amusement. This is Thomas Peterson, a joking guy and considered friendly to most of the workers in the building. Unlike others, he had a high rank and did his job well. They would get along well if it weren't for his personality and attitude. From the moment they locked eyes he knew they wouldn't get along.

Thomas' ocean look, full of life and color, contrasts with Richard's empty, lifeless and dark look. Thomas' blue eyes seemed to see his soul, he already knew that his brown gaze was dead, but he didn't seem to leave him alone. She tried to integrate him from day one, but she never succeeded because Richard never even wanted her to get close to him.

" Yes." he states, removing his arm from his shoulder and walking towards his stall. Thomas follows him like a stray dog chasing someone who gave him food, although taking a closer look at the situation between them, it was more like a dog chasing someone with food they didn't like to share.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asks out of nowhere, it was very typical of him to ask personal questions without knowing people well. On the first day of work he asked him if he had sex with someone, he responded with a sincere "fuck you." and went to sit in hIs seat.

Richard remains silent, he is already comfortably at his table in front of the computer. With the text next to it, start entering the application to write everything from scratcH.

"Or boyfriend?.... I don't criticize, I support the LGQB Community"

He turns his head, stopping looking at the computer to give the blue-eyed man a judging look.

" You know it's not called like that, right? " If he remembers correctly, he himself had been in charge of making a poster for Pride Day. He couldn't be so stupid as not to remember, but apparently he was.

With all the more reason he should have been in charge of editing the posters he made, he knows that he is supposed to be an accountant and must be in charge of numbers, but the company's advertising also interested him. I went from being an Accountant to an editor, depending on the day.

"Is that a yes or no?"

His judgmental eyes change to tired and irritated ones. He looks back at the computer screen and types on the keyboard. The sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard is relaxing when you're alone writing notes about your life and some stories, but in the middle of the office with a talker in front and a hundred other people frantically tapping on the keyboard it was a bit stressful. Unconsciously, you try to keep up with the others who are eager to finish everything quickly and correctlY.

Thomas, already defeated, leaves and lets him continue with his work. Every time he writes a word he looks askance at the paper, how could someone be so stupid to write that? And Charlie wanted to make more photocopies of that? What the hell was happening to people? Was he the only one with common sense

He frowns, not imagining that there are such idiotic people at work.

He sees the silhouette of someone get in front of him, he relaxes his expression to the point that it becomes one of complete boredom and annoyance, thinking that he would have to put up with another idiot who spent his time bothering people from table to table as if he had no business. nothing else to do. The computer blocks his view, so he has to raise his head a little to look at who is in fronT of him.

"Excuse me, but do you already have the supply chart? I asked you for it last Friday, I don't know if you remember." asks a blonde boy with light brown eyes and nearsighted glasses. His presence relaxes Richard, James, who doesn't remember his last name, was the human combination of tranquility. and good vibeS.

James was a good boy, why couldn't anyone be like James? He was calm, even more so than him. He seemed to have a good life. He had already heard from his own mouth that he had a wife and two small children, he saw them often, he was not so attached to work. Despite having that neutral face, he was a very good person, and not in an irritating way.

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