"You're still here," a voice said, jarring me from a world of Photoshop layers and PMS colors.
"Yes. Yes, I am." I said. I was designing a book with chicks and bunnies that was due, like, already.
"But it's Friday night." I looked up. He was one of the maintenance men, a tall, baby-faced guy with a stocky body and a round belly. He was leaning forward on a cubicle wall with his chin resting on his hands.
The maintenance guy left soon after. That's when I heard voices. Heavy, New York voices of burly men who sounded big, rough, and smoked a pack a day. I pictured them grimy and smelling of sweat, like the construction workers who sit next to me on the PATH.
"No, no, no, that's Eclipse," one guy said. This got my attention. I stood up and searched for the source of the voices, but they were obscured from my view. I had to be content with just eavesdropping.
"That's the fourth book?"
"No, THAT'S Breaking Dawn. Eclipse is the third book."
"So what's the one with the werewolves?"
"You're thinking of New Moon."
"Oh, yeah. That's right."
I was beaming now. From the sound of it, I wouldn't want to encounter either of them in a dark alley and yet here they are, discussing the plots of Twilight.
Shortly after, I heard a bark. The dog sounded small and friendly, and my guess was confirmed when a beagle in a service vest appeared at my cubicle with its owner.
"Excuse me, can we sniff around your desk for a bit?" I sensed that it was inappropriate to ask why and so I just moved out of the way. It only took the beagle a few seconds before it determined that there was nothing to be found there. I always like discovering moments like these. A different world happens at night when no one is looking.