Mari left yesterday to fly out to California to view her new house-well our new home. She also went to start decorating her parlor. She asked did I want to come, but I declined because I still have responsibilities here.

Of course, Joe volunteered as tribute, but she also has responsibilities, like going to school and helping me pack. I estimated that we should be all packed up within a month and in California in a month and a half. I grew up in this home, so there's a lot of stuff to toss, sale or donate.

I groan as I get the call to deliver coffee to the Viola tower. Shit, I honestly don't feel like it. It has been a super busy day, and all I want to do is crawl into my bed and rest.

I huddle the 6 cups into the cupboard and walk towards Mari car. Ive been getting really comfortable with driving it. I drive it to work sometimes because well she's not here, and unfortunately I don't have a car.

I glance at the clock and realize I have approximately 5 minutes to deliver them to the Viola tower. If I'm not mistaken, I'm sure it takes 15 minutes, adding time to my terrible/nervous driving, 20 mintiest tops.

Okay Jay, lets see if we can beat time.

I stare at the professional, yet unprofessional lobby with teens sitting at tables on their electronic devices, completely clueless as to what is going on around them. They are so embedded in the laptops, tablets, iPods, phones, that an apocalypse can break out any minute and they wouldn't even notice. Well only if there's breaking news video displayed on any and every device or something, but still, that's beside the point.

They look like biotic smart working nerds. With their beanies and glasses. The moderate technology of flat screen tv's placed around the spacious lobby area. If this floor looks like the future, I wonder how the other 15 floors look.

What floor is the the-cubic area? I stare at the paper and then head to the girl sitting at the desk. Her jet black hair is pinned up with two beautifully decorated hair sticks. Her bright red lipstick brings out her big brown eyes. Her pale skin makes her look as if she's cold-blooded.

"Hi, how are you?" I question towards the assistant. She throws me an enlightened smile.

"I'm great, hope you are, what can I help you with today?"

"I'm here making a delivery, so I would like to know what floor is the 'Cubic Area"?" Now that I pronounce it aloud, it sounds like a grade school area where toddlers play. She looks me up and down with a that same, almost forced smile, as she plays with a Chinese finger trap.

" Fir safety purposes, I will need to see ID or modification that you're a worker." I stare at her baffled. What does she think I am, an assassin and this is the white house? I annoyingly pull up my sweater showing her my Jinx Vinx apron. She chuckles sarcastically and points toward the glass elevator.

"15th floor lovely," she calls out teasingly. Did I piss in her Cheerios, because I'm getting a hateful vibe from her.

I ignore the shady aroma and nod and head towards the elevator. As I am pressing the 15th-floor number, someone yells loudly, "hold the elevator". I really couldn't due to my hands being full, but to be nice, I stick my leg out for that person, literally.

He/she enters with a rapid breath going. Hm, it's a guy. He lets out a loud exhausted sigh.

"Thank you?" He takes a long pause. Oh, that's my cue to tell him my name.

" Jay, and you're welcome." I don't mean to be rude, but I just don't want nor care to find interest in a conversation with this guy. All I need to do is deliver these and get on my way.

"I'm Oliver by the way," he chuckles.

"That's nice." I didn't want to seem rude so I glance up to throw him a kind smile. Once my eyes land on him, I regret not looking up to begin with. He's quite the eye candy. Do people still use that phrase or am I too out dated? Doesn't matter, he's just attractive.

I try not to make it obvious that I am checking him out. Glancing at the ceiling and the wall behind him so often. He has wavy auburn hair, which brings out his dark brown eyes, followed by his thick sculptured eyebrows, they're well over bushy but trimmed...for a guy. But they are way better than mines.

He smiles as he sees me staring at him. I avert my eyes elsewhere. The doors soon open...and I sigh in relief.

"10th floor, my stop. Nice meeting you Jay, right?" I choke on air and nod nervously.

" Uh- yeah-uh huh?" He looks at me weirdly and soon chuckles as he exits.

I exit at the 15th-floor and realize the busy atmosphere I am entering. Automatically reading the room. It's a bright colorful floor, childish it is. I'm fascinated. The walls are colorful like the Rubik's Cube. Beanbags? I guess those are the new replacements of office chairs.

Workers sit at their desk with headpieces attached to their heads, as they talk through them either playing a game or talking to a customer, I guess. Who do I give these too? A woman rushes pass me.

"Excuse me, ma'am, there was an order for these coffees?" She ignores me and rushes along.

"Thanks, Miss, you were so helpful. All of you are fucking helpful!" I groan. I walk toward the nearest room and enter. It's an empty office, I quickly escape before I am accused of something. I close it and enter another, but this time it was occupied...with people....and a meeting...and Ky?

Everyone eyes me like I'm some kind of alien. My eyes meet Ky's green ones and a smirk tugs at her lips as she leans back in her chair at the head of the table while everyone else just sits staring.

"Can we help you? Because you're interrupting an important meeting." A guy in his mid-thirties, I guess, states as he looks over my expression and what I am wearing.

"I-I work at Jinx Vinx Café on Main Street?" I question highly embarrassed and nervous . Why did I question that?

" Uh, that's nice? Mind giving us a minute?" A woman with burgundy hair asks amusingly, smiling kindly at me. I nod and prepare to head out to walk away from a very embarrassing moment. I'm so stupid.

" Uh actually guys, we're just gonna wrap everything up," Ky establishes as she rises up and grabs a folder. So does everyone else, she walks past me and I stand there confused. She turns around annoyed and motions for me to follow her. I do as told and follow her cautiously.

"You work here!?" I question as we enter her office which is totally childish filled with game posters and has a basketball hoop attached to the back of the door. A Garfield and Brian, from Family Guy, bobblehead sits on her desk along with other toys like hand clappers and a foam finger.

"I actually own this whole..." my eyes grow into shock and I can't help myself to blurt out...

"BUILDING! YOU OWN THIS WHOLE BUILDING!" I yell annoyed. She's 22 and she's doing way better than me. Owning a whole building in the city! That's outrageous!

"No drunkie-slow your role, I own this whole floor." Are you freaking kidding me?

"Oh that makes sense," I speak sarcastically. I couldn't even afford a room, nor a chair. And looking at these chairs, they look super comfortable and expensive.

"You're late!" She finally says looking down at me as she leans against the desk with her legs crossed at the ankle arms folded across her chest.

She wears black skinny jeans ripped at the knees. A burgundy V-neck, that reveals passion marks, deep, purpled bruised passion marks. Someone obviously had a busy night. Her green eyes stare at me annoyed yet humored.

"I wasn't late, I was on time! If it wasn't for your lousy lobby manager at the front desk!" I ramble about the extreme measures I had to take to deliver all this fucking coffee.

"Ah ah ah the meeting started an hour ago," she grunts out, kinda annoyed and aggressively. How can she possibly catch an attitude that fast? It's like an on and off switch for her.

"No, they said deliver by 9:00 AM!" I groan annoyed because I know I am right. Darwin said 9:00 AM! I even pull out the tattered paper aka paper towel. She snatches the paper out my hand and browses at it. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"You see there's a stain on the 8 making it look as if it were a 9, cheeks!" She corrects pointing at the minor coffee stain.

"Not my name!" I groan biting my bottom lip.

"Look Jay...my order was for 8 AM! My meeting started at 8:15 and it just ended recently at 9:05! So thank you!"

"You're welcome! And here's your order and your total $43.83!" I shove the coffee into her arms as she lets out a grunt at my heavy strong aggressive push.

"Oh, I don't want it now. It's way too late also it's too fucking many, do you think I can devour all that coffee by myself."

"You're shitting me right!?" I groan as my mouth hangs open ready to yell if she says no. She holds up her hand to mute me as the door opens and reveals her lazy assistant at the very bottom of the floor. Or is it her assistant? Ky doesn't own the entire building so I guess she isn't but why is she here?

She smirks at me and goes to whisper something in Kys ear.

"That's perfectly fine, thank you!" She smiles and the girl nods and exit. Ky turns her attention back to me and thinks for a while before she says anything.

" Nope princess! I don't want them. Hey but maybe you can drink them since they're late," she chuckles sarcastically and rises off the edge of her desk walking towards her chair.

"You are a complete bitch!" I mumble under my breath. She laughs loudly. I don't find anything comical. I am highly upset and aggravated by her rude attitude.

"I am aren't I. But if you keep reminding me, I might have to make a call to Darwin, eh?" I throw her an evil glare as she raises her eyebrows tempting.

"Fine! I'll take them back." I snatch the coffee that may still be super hot right about now and shove it back into the bag.

"You can make it up to me," I turn on my heels observing the sexy, seductive smile she wears.

"What?" I over think it studying her every move.

"You help me run errands today and I'll pay for everything and won't maybe tell Darwin. My truly beloved buddy."

"And why would you want me..." she shushes me and rolls her eyes. See! That shitty attitude.

"Deal or not?" She groans annoyed. I stare at her irritated glare and flared nose as she crosses her arms professionally.

"Ugh, I'm gonna regret this. Where do I start?"

"Ah, cheeks! You can start by passing those coffees out to my lovely workers."

"Don't call me cheeks." Why cheeks? Of all the names-she picks that one makes me feel like a chubby cheek toddler.

"Why not? If I must say you have a lovely ass," She quirks an eyebrow and stares straight at me as she sees my cheeks flare with anger.

"I don't like that name and don't look at my ass!" Freaking perverted lesbian. Did that kinda sound homophobic? Not really because it's clearly obvious she's a lesbian.

"You can't stop me," she chuckles evilly.

"Just don't look at it!" I demand uncomfortably.

"I'll try my truly hardest," she smirks at me with so much amusement. I turn around and I can feel her eyes on my ass.

"Ky quit!" She burst into laughter. This is so not funny. Why does she have to be such a creeper? First Deck now her. I'm not Kim Kardashian! This is highly uncomfortable.

"I wasn't looking cheeks," I groan and roll my eyes. I'm stuck with her for the rest of my miserable day.