He was terrible. With dark hair and crystal clear blue eyes, he was a sight for sore eyes. Suddenly, with a beautiful explosion, his laugh boomed across the room, almost louder than the Christmas music and chatter amongst colleagues. His teeth when pure-white, completely straight, pearls of unhappiness. His suit, a beautiful Amari piece, positively envied by any other man in the room. "still thinking about him?" an annoying voice, belonging to a coworker of mine, Cindy, squeaked in my ear. "I really think I hate him." I replied, watching him take a drink of his drink, his throat bobbing up and down as he drank. "hmm. Too perfect? I'd eat him up." Cindy said, trying to do a Secksy growl as she lifted a claw- I mean, hand. "I really hate writers like that." I put my warm hand to my cold cheek, searching for warmth. "really? Your writer, Sydney, I think, is definitely trying to get in his pants." Muttering under my breath, I stormed over there to capture my writer and hopefully her manuscript, angry at the man with good looks and probably no talent. "Sydney..." I said, with fake Christmas cheer. "I wanted-" "oh, come to wreck the happiness, editor-person?!" she said, hitting my arm lightly. "I'm kidding, my manuscript is..." and with that she disappeared into a crowd of people, the group if editors and writers laughing at her antics. "I swear, all she ever does is run off when I need her work. She'll get me fired!" I said, putting my head into my hands. "well, I'm always looking for a better editor! Mine always forgets to pick up my writing." Mr. Perfect said, his laugh jingling through the rest of our laughs. "I'd better track her down. Toodles." I muttered, disgusted at the very thought of having to read what he wrote. *** "Cindy, never let me drink again." I said, coming into work the next morning, holding Sydney White's next book. It was a beautiful manga of modern fairy tales, which, even a bit overdone, was great. The main character was the frog from The Princess and the Frog who had found his princess, who made him beautiful, and was suddenly a prince charming looking for his Sleeping Beauty. I enjoyed every minute of reading it. "maybe, baby." Cindy is a big fan of rhyming, seeing how she works in the Children's section of our building. The layout of our work couldn't have been more flawed. Mangas, comic books, dirty romance novels, and children's books on floor three, cooking, how-to, and fantasy books on two and all the others spread between one and fifteen. "oh my, what book have you gotten today?" I said, peering over my shoulder to my oh-so-luscious friend, Lyric, gleefully reading whatever romance novel she got today. "Pirates, kiddnapping, and rum!" "Oh my." Cindy said sarcastically. "you have a hot date last night? You weren't at the party." I said, looking at the front page of her pirate filled manuscript. Lost at Sea by Ethan Flemming. Hm. Sounded lame, I thought. "oh, Will took me out." she said, sadly. "and no, no proposal." "I'm sorry- Hello, Cynia Robert speaking." I said, rushing to answer my phone. No time to console Lyric, so I'd do it later while fixing mistakes Sydney made. A familar (and perfect) voice made me cringe, and shudder. "you free tonight, Cynia Roberts?" he said, mimicking my tone. "Well, Cynia Roberts might be, but Cynia Robert isn't. Good day." I hung up before I could shake any more. He was terrible.