Ashlynn
I had two long cardboard boxes in my hand plus the Christmas tree lying across them. I grabbed a man walking into the building and asked if he could carry the cider upstairs for me. He smiled and said yes.
“I’m Erik,” he said, as he grabbed the Christmas tree off of the top of the boxes and had two gallon jugs in one hand and another under his arm.
I was able to hit the elevator button with my elbow. We got in together and I hit the button for the top floor.
“I’m Ashlynn, Jace Williams PA.”
“Yes, I know, I work on the same floor as you, I’m part of R&D.”
“Oh, that’s interesting. I’ve always wondered what the brains of research and development people look like.”
“Oh, yeah, and what do we look like?”
“Clark Kent?” I said. He was pretty cute, he was tall with dark hair
