Bumped into that new guy again this morning. He was milling around the corridor when I got back from a run.
He said hello, and we got talking. I asked if he fancied a coffee. It was probably still too early for a pint.
We went to the WatchHouse on the corner. Love that place.
Turns out his name’s Warwick and he’s very inquisitive. Wanted to know how long I’ve been living here. What I do. How I find the area. Little things like that.
It was pleasant, though. Nice. Haven’t had someone to sit and talk to in a while. Didn’t feel forced. He listened to me.
Told him about the maternity cover gig I start on Monday. He seemed really interested in that. Wanted to know the hours. Where it is, etc.
It’s one of those modern offices with a casual dress code. There’s a ping pong table in the pantry. I got pretty good during my last stint there.
Oh, and the best bit. They provide chocolate digestives! For free. You can have as many as you like! It’s fucking amazing.
Turns out I’m just a regular guy. Having coffee in the morning with a new mate. Nothing to see here.
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