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☘PLAY HARD☘

Play Hard by ahanstasia

Just as she'd been earnestly wishing for, the clock struck four. Closing hour was what she was eager about, every day of the week. Being a database administrator in a company like Walmart was no joke. One either gave his all for the job, or risk getting fired. Lynn preferred the former, as her only source of income was the company itself.

Today was just as stressful as the other days. She'd been buried in a truck pile of paperwork, only sparing some minutes for lunch. And now, she just couldn't wait to head home.

"Hey."

She could place the name to the voice, anywhere.

"Hi."

"At least take a second to look at me. I don't think I'm that heinous."

A faint smile played on her lips before she abandoned the files she'd been stacking. "Okay now?"

"Think so." The intruder replied, bearing the silly smile he wore each time he tried to tease her. "You're in quite a rush to get home."

"Yeah. I honestly need to catch the 'zees'."

"Makes sense. So, uh...I know this isn't the right time to ask, but uh..."

She tipped her head, prompting him to go on. She was already weary, and had not the strength to stand for one more second.

"Well," He ran his fingers across his head. A gesture, Lynn was sure, was to wipe off sweat—giving his stone bald head. "I was thinking that, uhm, maybe you wanna go out, some time?"

"You mean, like a date?"

"Yeah," he intoned, "That's what it is."

Lynn stifled the laugh that threatened to erupt. She had this sense of fulfilment, watching a guy flush or struggle with words. "Uh, that'll be nice."

The response did well in warming his frozen feet. Rubbing his palms together, and with his signature cheeky smile, he said, "Cool. I'll uh—see you tomorrow then."

The manner which she narrowed her eyes, made him realise the ambiguity of his statement.

"Oh, I don't mean the date. I'll see you tomorrow in the office."

This time, she didn't hide her amusement. Daniel joined in the laughter, though it was more of a giggle than a hearty expression.

"See you tomorrow, Daniel."

"Later, Lynn." He chirped, satisfied with his conquest.

The ride home was quiet, and Lynn was relieved to have finally made it. As soon as she stepped inside, she crashed on the couch. Not even kicking off her heels. She was ready to fly to slumberland.

Meow!

She did well to ignore the cat's cry. But Sammy could be a handful at times...if not always. He went on to purr, scratching the wooden floor with his paws.

"Sammy. Hey, Sammy." The cat wouldn't even give her an ear. He was just content in stripping sleep off her eyes.

"Stop that. Stop—" She flung her shoe to its direction, eliciting more nuisance from it. "Shush! Bad cat."

"Now, off." She waved it away. "Get off, now."

Sammy became aware of his owner's serious mood—she certainly was in no place for games.

Lynn reclined to her couch, just as the cat padded off. What on earth had Luna seen in a stray cat, she thought.

Luna, her sister, was quite a character. She wasn't into the things kids her age were into. Proms weren't her thing; so did parties. Zero interests in boys—at least, she'd come clean to Lynn on that aspect. She had no friends, well except for her partner in Zoology class. And as for hobbies, that was as elusive as time itself. Luna had no hobby, no past time. None that Lynn could think off.