had worked her way up, and she'd learned that you have to be tough in this world in order to get somewhere with your career.
The day went by smoothly. It got close to the afternoon and almost closing time. Christine always stayed longer than me. She was a bit of a workaholic. She was divorced and all she really had was her little dog Adele, who was sitting nicely by her side as she studied her laptop for something. I felt bad for her sometimes, imagining how lonely she must feel at times. She didn’t have any children and didn’t seem to have many friends either. At her age of 36 she could probably still have kids if she wanted to, but that would mean finding a mate, and that in turn would mean she’d have to be at least a little bit nice to a man who could tolerate her.
I left work at four-thirty, grabbing my jacket and scarf on the way out. It had grown chillier in the air during the day so I pulled my jacket around me hugging myself for warmth as I waited at the bus stop.
I was sitting on the bus as I heard my mobile go off. I dug for it in my beige bag that I had bought at ’Next’ and saw that it was Chris. He was a college friend. I know they say men and women can't be friends but we really were just that. And no, he isn’t gay, or at least he was hiding it well if he was. Chris was slightly taller than me. He had a slim frame, dark blonde hair and was now working at a bank. He didn't like it one bit and kept saying 'it's only for a short time'. The problem with that was that he didn't know what he wanted to do in life yet. He had studied art with me in college and he had enjoyed it for the first few months until he’d dropped out. But he