The Dude with Green eyes
Paul was tapping his foot impatiently to a
silent beat. He glanced at the assistant he saw earlier who was
next to him, he could now properly see her face and how her makeup
was expertly put on, although, he thought, she didn’t really
need it. She was rifling through her bag trying to find her
“Well this is just great” she
muttered under her breath. She tucked a long black curl behind her
ear which he thought was sweet. He could also now see her faded red
highlights which looked good.
“What’s great?” Paul asked
“oh wait sorry don’t worry” being stuck in a lift
was just great; he thought it just does something to people. Her
plucked eyebrows raised into a perfect arch that framed her amused
brown eyes.paul blushed and stared to the floor. The woman stopped
looking through her bag and dropped it to the
“Hi my name is India” she smiled.
Paul’s red cheeks faded a little. He stood up a bit
straighter and held out his hand. “Hello my name is Paul
Thompson, but you can call me Paul”it was dark in the lift so
Paul was grateful that she couldn’t see his blushing
“Have you been exercising, you look quite
red” she asked…Paul didn’t answer but India
didn’t seem to mind, instead she took off her shockingly red
heels off and sat down and began to massage the soles of her feet.
She patted the space next to her beckoning Paul to sit
“Wait can you get up India?” Paul
asked. India nodded and stood. Paul removed his heavy, but warm
jacket and spread it on the floor for him and India to sit on. They
both sat there a while in friendly silence. India took out some
water from her bag and drank from it. She then took a mint out and
offered it to Paul. He was thankful for the mint and began to suck
on it. Minutes went past. India shivered slightly but tried to hide
it. Of course being a photographer this didn’t miss his eye
so he took off his jumper and gave it to India, she smiled and
gratefully put it on.
“Why do you keep helping me
out?”She asked. Paul thought about why he was helping her.
She was a complete stranger who he only saw from his meeting with
mr.roberts himself. Maybe because they were stuck in the lift
together and they were the only ones in
“I’ve helped you, because I’m
a gentleman and you are cold. In fact,” he smiled “it
looks cute on you” he nodded at the jumper. She blushed,
which was a nice thing to see. Minutes which felt like hours went
past (he knew because of his Rolex which was cold against his skin)
and India’s head was resting on his shoulder, he thought that
this was weird but he soon found out that she was actually asleep.
Paul began to hum a song he usually never would hum. He soon hummed
himself to sleep.