AboutX-men: Counting Stars
~Meeting Miss Davis~
Looking at his map, Midnight walks passed a door that an obese woman with a brown bob of 5' 2" is outside of.
He then backtracks, and looks at a plaque on the door, "Dr. Bijou."
He takes his keys from his pocket, and opens the door, asking the woman as he notices her gray irises, "Did you need something?"
She follows him into his office, "I really need someone to confide in. I think about him all the time."
The large room has a large, sandalwood desk with an Alienware computer on it, and a matching sofa set in front of it consisting of sandalwood, and humane silk of maroon, and gold with lots of pillows. There's matching, sandalwood bookshelves about the room, empty. The bookshelves along wall with windows come short of the windows, and some empty, matching, sandalwood picture frames. The rest of the bookshelves are tall.
The walls have maroon, and gold wallpaper, and the carpet's maroon.
"You have a fixation?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
She closes his office door behind her before continuing, "On a married man. A married man of which my parents would never approve. I try to let it go, but he haunts me. Should I seek employment elsewhere?"
"Have you tried reasoning with yourself that it's because he's so unavailable, and that you should try someone available?"
"I have, but the chemistry is too strong to resist temptation to think about him. It's lingered on my mind since we met. He shook my hand, and, wow! I had no idea a handshake could be so potent."
"If it's chemically potent... Have you ever noticed if he flirts with you?"
"No. I'm not very familiar with flirting. How would I know?"
"Well, does he smile at you?"
"Yeah, but he smiles at everyone."
"Has he ever opened a door for you? Or, pulled out a chair? Does he compliment you? Does he give any hint that he is attracted to you?"
"Well, not all that. But, he did once compliment a Christmas sweater."
Midnight tries very hard not to laugh, and to keep his face straight, but keeps smiling.
He then looks her albinoesque person up, and down out of curiosity, finding that she has a double chin, and that her breasts are noticeably sagging.
He goes to speak, but closes his mouth, looking down at his keyboard that he's now seated at.
"Doctor, I don't think I have a prayer."
He quietly swallows his saliva looking at his keyboard, then turns on his computer.
"What can I do to get over him? Or, should I try another work place to escape it?"
"You should try getting out, and meet new people. Maybe you could find someone at a bar, or a library."
"It'd be kind of romantic to meet at a library."
She smiles off for a moment as she sits on the longer sofa, which the doctor notices.
"Now, you've got me thinking about how dreamy he looks reading in the library."
"Try meeting new people. Be sure to shake their hands. You might find another chemical gem somewhere. If you find that you are unable to be open to someone else sweeping you off your feet, then I'd recommend pursuing it."
"If you can't bring yourself to let go of him, and him alone, try asking him if he's interested. Of course, you could do that even if you don't have it that bad, just to see if he's..."
"Oh, no! I could never be a homewrecker."
"That's what I figured. You respect the boundaries of a marriage contract. Do you also believe that marriage is permanent?"
"Well, I guess not. I guess I could ask him how serious he is about Amanda."
"Davis. It's Miss Davis. From the math department."
"Kurt isn't married."
"I thought I saw a ring?"
"Maybe that's not the finger he considers his wedding ring finger."
"I guess I had it wrong. Alright, you helped me immensely. I'm going to go find your uncle, and have a guilt-free talk."
She gets up, and looks to the door, "What do you think about him being much older than me? Is that unhealthy?"
"Yes, but it's not exactly a sin, or a crime. You're a grown woman who can make her own decisions."
"Alright. Good day, Doctor. I'm going to have that talk."
She exits the room as Midnight's setting up his new work computer, "The doctor is free."
"Are you sure it's okay? I don't know if this constitutes an emergency, or not. We're only supposed to bother him in his off hours for emergencies." The voice is difficult to discern in gender, likely a child in puberty, or younger.
"You might as well get it over with," he speaks out to the child from his desk. "Come on in."