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The intern felt the girl’s lips touch his as his body was propelled forward by someone behind him. The girl stepped back in shock and her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her mouth curving into a reluctant smile. The brunette intern felt his face heat up as well, and immediately apologised.

“I am SO SO sorry, I was pushed forward, I didn’t mean to-“

The girl giggled a little and interrupted him. The intern stopped in surprise, partly as he took in her obvious dismissing of the situation, and partly because he had just noticed how pretty her laugh was.

“It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean to. You’re kind of cute anyway. I’m Ranger, by the way.”

The intern nodded and replied.

“Melvin.”

“So, Melvin, you want to hang out some time?”

She seemed to be testing out his name on her lips. He nodded again, flustered. Ranger smiled once more, flashing a look at her white teeth.

“I would give you my number, but I don’t have anything to give it to.”

“Oh, right. I haven’t got my phone right now, but do you have a pen and paper?”

She pulled out a black pen and shrugged.

“I don’t have paper… Can I write it on your arm?”

The intern blinked once more. This was happening – a girl was willingly giving him her number. And on his ARM. He pulled up his sleeve and offered it to her, and she started to scribble on his forearm. It tickled slightly, and it didn’t feel right to waste pen on his skin, but he sat through it patiently. He noticed as she wrote her blonde hair moved slightly in the wind. Her fringe wasn’t blonde though; it was dyed in a pattern of black, then red, then white. He wondered what that meant.

“Hey, you still here?”

Intern 2 realised Ranger had finished writing and jumped at the sound of her voice. He blushed again, and slowly rolled down his sleeve.

“Yeah, uh, sorry.”

Ranger laughed and gestured towards the street.

“I’d better be heading off now. Bye, you little flowchart.”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

“Oh, sorry. I call people ‘flowcharts’ sometimes. I usually say it to people I like, because flowcharts are pretty awesome, don’t you agree? They’re like the most badass of the charts.”

The intern was taken aback by this comment. Someone shared his love for flowcharts? He heard Ranger mutter something under her breath about managing to convince a man that she was a weirdo already before she finally broke the silence.

“Well, yeah. See you round, Melvin!”

And with that remark, she walked off down the street, into the crowds of everyday life, trailing the intern’s last scrap of sanity behind her.

Intern 2 blinked a few times more and took in what just happened. He had bumped into a girl by accident, kissed her, and got her number. A girl who liked flowcharts. He breathed out a little and started to walk back along the road. During that commotion he had temporarily lost all bad feelings, but now his headache was slowly starting to return and he moaned slightly as he neared his house.

His hands fumbled with the keys as he tried to insert the right one into the lock. Along with the headache, his nausea had returned, and as he finally managed to open the door he retched a little into his mouth. He promptly slammed the door shut and raced to his bathroom, grabbing hold of the wash basin one more. The stinging gradually heightened and he felt the familiar bullet wound pain and the sensation of blood trickling down his forehead, at which he screwed his eyes tightly shut. Without opening them, he twisted the tap handle and splashed cold water over his face, feeling a cooling but yet painful grip on reality again. He tenderly opened his eyes, and saw his somewhat bedraggled face staring back at him through the glass.

The intern ran a shaky hand through his hair. What was happening to him? He propped his head on his palms and stared at the plughole, watching the water slowly swirl down into the infinite drains below. With a quick glance at his watch, his stomach made an unpleasant noise, complaining about the lack of food he had been getting. After that incident, he didn’t really feel hungry, but he decided to pour himself a bowl of cereal and try to endure it. He just wanted to lead a normal life. Was that so hard?

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The intern felt the girl’s lips touch his as his body was propelled forward by someone behind him. The girl stepped back in shock and her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her mouth curving into a reluctant smile. The brunette intern felt his face heat up as well, and immediately apologised.

“I am SO SO sorry, I was pushed forward, I didn’t mean to-“

The girl giggled a little and interrupted him. The intern stopped in surprise, partly as he took in her obvious dismissing of the situation, and partly because he had just noticed how pretty her laugh was.

“It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean to. You’re kind of cute anyway. I’m Ranger, by the way.”

The intern nodded and replied.

“Melvin.”

“So, Melvin, you want to hang out some time?”

She seemed to be testing out his name on her lips. He nodded again, flustered. Ranger smiled once more, flashing a look at her white teeth.

“I would give you my number, but I don’t have anything to give it to.”

“Oh, right. I haven’t got my phone right now, but do you have a pen and paper?”

She pulled out a black pen and shrugged.

“I don’t have paper… Can I write it on your arm?”

The intern blinked once more. This was happening – a girl was willingly giving him her number. And on his ARM. He pulled up his sleeve and offered it to her, and she started to scribble on his forearm. It tickled slightly, and it didn’t feel right to waste pen on his skin, but he sat through it patiently. He noticed as she wrote her blonde hair moved slightly in the wind. Her fringe wasn’t blonde though; it was dyed in a pattern of black, then red, then white. He wondered what that meant.

“Hey, you still here?”

Intern 2 realised Ranger had finished writing and jumped at the sound of her voice. He blushed again, and slowly rolled down his sleeve.

“Yeah, uh, sorry.”

Ranger laughed and gestured towards the street.

“I’d better be heading off now. Bye, you little flowchart.”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

“Oh, sorry. I call people ‘flowcharts’ sometimes. I usually say it to people I like, because flowcharts are pretty awesome, don’t you agree? They’re like the most badass of the charts.”

The intern was taken aback by this comment. Someone shared his love for flowcharts? He heard Ranger mutter something under her breath about managing to convince a man that she was a weirdo already before she finally broke the silence.

“Well, yeah. See you round, Melvin!”

And with that remark, she walked off down the street, into the crowds of everyday life, trailing the intern’s last scrap of sanity behind her.

Intern 2 blinked a few times more and took in what just happened. He had bumped into a girl by accident, kissed her, and got her number. A girl who liked flowcharts. He breathed out a little and started to walk back along the road. During that commotion he had temporarily lost all bad feelings, but now his headache was slowly starting to return and he moaned slightly as he neared his house.

His hands fumbled with the keys as he tried to insert the right one into the lock. Along with the headache, his nausea had returned, and as he finally managed to open the door he retched a little into his mouth. He promptly slammed the door shut and raced to his bathroom, grabbing hold of the wash basin one more. The stinging gradually heightened and he felt the familiar bullet wound pain and the sensation of blood trickling down his forehead, at which he screwed his eyes tightly shut. Without opening them, he twisted the tap handle and splashed cold water over his face, feeling a cooling but yet painful grip on reality again. He tenderly opened his eyes, and saw his somewhat bedraggled face staring back at him through the glass.

The intern ran a shaky hand through his hair. What was happening to him? He propped his head on his palms and stared at the plughole, watching the water slowly swirl down into the infinite drains below. With a quick glance at his watch, his stomach made an unpleasant noise, complaining about the lack of food he had been getting. After that incident, he didn’t really feel hungry, but he decided to pour himself a bowl of cereal and try to endure it. He just wanted to lead a normal life. Was that so hard?