the office,the widower, and the intern (what do we want, when we do what we want)

The office was big, it had two floors, the 8th and 9th floor, although most decided to work from home.

"well thats the grand tour, um yeah, if you need anything just yell, you won't interrupt anyone" he said looking at the mostly empty room

"yeah,okay thanks" I say wilking over to my desiganted desk and got out something I had recently been working on

I look down at the old ring on my finger, I only put it on from habbit but it makes me feel abit better.

"was this a bad idea" I mutter the question to no one and continue on the character drawings

it was a few minutes later when someone walks into the offices, its frank, he walks in slightly reluctantly, and goes over to were I'm working.

"I forgot everyone here hates me, and that I was told to 'stick near you' sorry" he said laughing awkwardly

"its fine, I would love the compainy right now, its quite odd" I say not looking up from the drawing so I don't fuck up

"oh, you're married, she must be a lucky lady" frank said trying to make conversation

"oh um, I was...He um...he died" I say not wanting to talk about it further

"oh, oh jeez, I'm so sorry, I'm not all that good at the whole talking thing"

"Its fine, its about time I move on, my brother has been telling me that for the last 6 months" I say trying to ease the tesion in the room

"well, its diffrent for everyone, I mean to get on with normal life after something like that happens" he said, shrugging

"yeah, I don't really like to talk about it" I say looking down


"shit, yeah, of course, I'm so sorry"

"don't worry about it, no one knows when to stop" I say honestly

"It was two years ago, I should be over it" I sigh, looking up at frank

"don't push yourself, I shouldn't have talked about it, I'm just an idiot"

"thank you, frank" I say smiling

Notes

eh idk