Minutes passed and the printer in front of him still didn't work.
Jason's finger pushed onto the 'Print' button approximately seventeen times in a row, yet the machine refused to print the documents he had been told to print again. It was taunting him, its small screen laughing in his face because it was making him look like an idiot.
Stupid fucking machine.
It was playing tricks on him. About a minute ago someone else had used it to print documents, so why the hell did it not work now? The most likely reason was because he was the new unlucky employee who would have to face the big boss' fury because he couldn't do the easiest shit such as print a document.
Give him a break.
His eyes looked over to his laptop. 'Error: Printing failed' popped up on the screen for the ninth time and Jason wanted to rip his hair off and scream because why did technology have to be so difficult? If he did what his mind was telling him to do, it would be his farewell card out of this company, and he wouldn't risk being fired from Wayne Enterprises, not when he ripped his ass off during the interview to get the job.
Jason had a lot of pride, too much pride to ask one of his new colleagues for help. He needed to leave a good impression on all of them, or they all would think of him as incompetent and he couldn't have that. He was better than that.
"God damn it..." Jason growled under his breath, clicking on a few options to try printing the documents again.
'Error: Printing failed'
It took him all his will not to throw the laptop against the wall.
The deadline dumped a heavy load of additional pressure on him too; the documents were supposed to sit in front of the Co. CEO before the next meeting, which was — Jason checked the time — in about twenty-three minutes. And he had not gotten to know his boss yet, thus he had no conception of what kind of person his boss was either. If he was an ass then Jason could kiss his job goodbye.
He glanced over to the meeting room when movement caught his eye, the floor-to-ceiling milk glass windows showed a shadow of a person from time to time whenever they got too close. It was most likely an employee preparing the large table for the meeting.
Jason shifted his weight from one foot to another, debating on whether he should request their help.
"One time won't hurt." He sighed to himself. Jason turned on his heels before he headed straight for the meeting room. His fingers wrapped around the handle of the door before he swung it open.
There was a guy.
On the table.
With a skateboard. Doing tricks.
His back was turned to him.
The guy jumped and the skateboard twisted and turned a couple of times — how did he do that? — before he perfectly landed on his skateboard. He didn't seem to notice him. Right as Jason was about to speak up, the other rode the skateboard to the end of the table and jumped off, the skateboard flipping in the air before they both landed smoothly again.
That was when the other saw Jason, his blue eyes widened in surprise as he realized he wasn't alone anymore. He looked like a deer caught in headlight.
They stared at each other in silence for a while.
"Are you even allowed to do that in here?" The question slipped past Jason's lips before he even knew it.
The guy pursed his lips. He didn't reply for solid ten seconds.
"Nope." He drew out the word and popped the 'p'.
Jason couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the reaction and watched the other ride the skateboard around the table to get close to him.
"I figured as much."
"Are you gonna tell on me? That would be not-very-cool of you." He got off the skateboard and hid it behind the opened door.
He pretended to think, a low hum coming from him.
Jason grinned. "Make you a deal," He began as he leaned against the doorframe. "I won't tell anyone about the forbidden things I saw you do just now, and you will help me with the printer in exchange."
The deal made the other laugh– his laugh was kinda pretty. The stranger was kinda pretty in general. No, not kinda– he was really pretty with his black hair falling around his face and his pink lips.
"Show me the printer."
A minute later, both of them stood in front of the cursed machine. Jason demonstrated the problems the printer was causing him, his eye twitching in annoyance when the same error message flashed across the screen of his laptop.
"The same shit happened ten times now, and I have no idea what the fucking problem is. This thing hates me."
There was a small smile on the smaller's lips as he read the error notification. He clicked on a couple of things, reached for the USB cable attached to the printer and connected it to Jason's laptop. Right then, the printer came to live and began printing.
Jason gaped at the machine. "How... the hell did you do that?"
"You need a USB cable for this printer." Now the other was grinning up at him. "And you chose the wrong paper format."
"For fuck's sake..." He groaned and ran a hand across his face. Sometimes, he allowed his own inexperience in technology to embarrass him in front of a cute person like this.
"The error message literally told you to check the format and connect your laptop to a USB cable. You just needed to read it, really." The stranger laughed.
"Stop laughing." Jason huffed when a slight shade of pink ran up to his cheeks, and he looked away in an attempt to hide it.
"You look cute when you're blushing." The other said boldly out of the blue, dragging Jason's eyes back to him.
"What?" The color in his cheeks slowly faded in his favor.
"I said you look cute when you're blushing." The stranger repeated, the sound of the printer working in the background.
The compliment made him grin.
"You don't look too bad yourself...?"
"It's Tim." The other– Tim answered.
"Jason."
Tim grinned, his attention returned to the printer when it stopped. He reached for the printed documents and shifted to face Jason completely.
"Want to grab a coffee with me on our lunch break?"
Jason's heart skipped vividly in his chest. "Sounds good, Tim."
Tim smiled with satisfaction and his gaze shifted to the printed documents before his face lit up. "Oh, great, these are the documents I needed for the meeting. Thanks. See you later."
With one last smile, the smaller turned around and headed to the meeting room, the door closing shut behind him. Jason stood still, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar.
