Fifth Day

Those eyes behind the glasses intrigued him. Every single time he entered that office, he saw those eyes lift up above the computer screen. His own eyes could not resist as he glanced back and at the same time, he walked forward. And through the lucid glasses, the deep dark eyes stared back at him.

As he walked pass the cubicle, he wanted to turn his head. He wanted to see who this girl was who peeked at him and whose eyes seized his own. Yet, something held him back and he did not turn his head. However he could not keep his curiosity at bay and from the corner of his eye he saw a shadow of the girl. He could see she did not stare back at him and it looked like her eyes were now focused on the screen.

He pushed open the door, entering another section of the office and sat down in his cubicle. Now that Jake was seated safely inside his cubicle where no deep dark eyes could follow him, he wanted to stand up and see the girl. Yet he did not. Four days had passed since he had joined the office and began seeing those eyes. He opened up the documents on his computer and turned his eyes back to the screen. His mind, however, flickered back and forth from the corridor. So these four days passed as such.

When the day ended, he got up from his seat and exited the cubicle. Even as he was pushing the door open and stepping out, his brain was deliberating. He slowly gathered courage to turn his head to the right and take a look at this girl. ‘I should do it. It’s just a simple look... a mili-second glance at the most’, he thought to himself. So his head right turned to the right. His mind held all sorts of ideas of a vague image in his head formed from the shadow he had seen from the corner of his eye. A tall girl, with possibly curled up black hair, of a moderate weight, of neither too skinny or too fat, and most of all somehow he felt she had a dark shiny radiant skin.

To Jake's horror his eyes witnessed something other than his imagination, and his heart felt the heavy blow of stupidity. The seat was empty. The computer screen was off. He should have finished his work earlier, maybe then he would have caught a glimpse of her.

So for the fifth day in a row, he exited the office with only a vague image of this girl, formed from the shadow he had seen.