#cbcstart

[eumheather]

Work had slowed enough for Heather to be lulled into a rhythm that allowed her to take some time to swipe on Tinder. “I’m just waiting for summer to come round so that all the fresh meat — I mean, interns, of course — can add some variety around here.” There was enough playfulness in her voice to suggest sarcasm, but not enough to be convincing. Her nose crinkled as she continued flicking to the left of her phone screen. She was rarely seen without the device. It had her music and social life, controlled her work life, and was rarely out of her sight. In an out of character move, she turned phone over to the other. “What do you think? Yay or nay for this one?”  

[eackerman-blog1]

“No sweetheart, I ain’t the secretary. This is actually my office. Can I help you or are you gonna stand there gawpin’ until you catch a fly?”

[archivednicke]

[ SMS : ? ] : Did you give me the flu? [ SMS : ? ] : Not accusing but I’ve had it since our last meeting. 

[leonsolis]

Quality whiskey was a quality start to the holiday season. Leon supposed that a perk of being the man standing behind the bitch who ran the universe was that your liquor cabinet was always well-stocked. Taking a measured swallow of his drink, he smoothed his traditional all-American friendly-people’s-representative smile back on.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who feels like he got invited to a Christmas party by mistake,” he said laughingly. “Tell me you’re Buddhist, agnostic, Scientologist—really, I’ll take anything at this point.”

[jamiewalsharchive-blog]

Jamie felt a hand tap twice on his shoulder, and he turned into it, raising his eyebrows as he glanced back at the person responsible. He pulled out an earbud, even if it was just for show. The earbuds were usually quite effective at discouraging this sort of disturbance, despite the fact that he wasn’t listening to anything through them. “What do you want?” he asked, and stared at the other person, turning around halfway so he could look at the other person’s face more closely. “You want a soundbite on the vote, maybe try the Press Secretary. Full disclosure -- I’m not him.”

[mari-ana-mendoza-blog]

TEXT | Mariana & ???

[ SMS : -- ] : Would you judge me if I joined Tinder?  [ SMS : -- ] : Be serious. I’ve already made a pros and cons list. 

[jermainejusticekline-blog]

The suitcase Jermaine carried dug into his palm as he climbed the steps to his apartment complex, his free hand digging in the pocket of his pants as he searched for his keys. For a moment, he was struck with panic as he couldn’t feel them in his left pocket. He dropped his luggage and rummaged through his other pocket, glancing over his shoulder in time to catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

“Hey!” He called out, letting out a sigh, “You’d think I would come back home prepared. Yet here I am, searching for my keys.” 

[macbenton-blog]

There’s a sudden influx of emails lighting up the screen of his phone, buzz after buzz after buzz. For a moment, his attention is misplaced as he begins to go over them. The person in front of him leaves the queue, and he starts to take a step forward, but he isn’t the only one. “Oh, apologies,” he says with a smile and looks up. He places a hand to his chest before gesturing towards the space in front of them. “Go ahead, I think you were before me.”