Lily had barely stepped into reception the next day before she burst out laughing. Laz was leaning casually against the reception desk in a rugby shirt, eating a hefty beefburger and reading a men’s fitness magazine. Looking up as he heard Lily laughing, Laz nodded, cocked one eyebrow and said “Sup?” before returning to his reading. Chuckling as she reached the desk, Lily seized the burger out of Laz’s hand and replaced it with her personnel card. Laz put the magazine down on the desk, walked round behind it and swiped her in.
“Alright, I get it.” Lily giggled, “Receptionists can be masculine.”
Laz simply smiled at his computer monitor and handed Lily back her card, which she took before picking up Laz’s discarded magazine and flicking through it.
“You look bloody awful by the way.” Laz pointed out, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Lily grinned, “Yes, I know. It’s a good thing I get here early and you’re the only person who sees me before I have a chance to get to the toilets and put some make-up on. I slept on my sofa last night, without setting an alarm, so I woke up late and didn’t have time to sort myself out before I left this morning.”
Lily automatically ran a hand through her fine, straight(ish) hair. Sometimes Lily loved her hair, other times she hated it. When she was younger she had hated the colour of her hair, and always considered it plain, but ever since one boyfriend had described it as “golden”, Lily found she didn’t mind it so much, and her hair seemed to always be very soft. But on days like today, when she had barely had time to run a brush through it, her hair was an unruly mess. Lily found herself watching Laz as he organised the papers on his desk. Laz somehow managed to look great no matter what, yet still seem not to have taken any time over his appearance whatsoever. Lily found it odd seeing him in the casual rugby shirt, mismatched with a pair of his usual stylish work trousers, today grey with a white pinstripe. Laz noticed Lily looking and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Oh nothing, never mind.” said Lily, “I’d better go and make myself presentable before everyone gets here.”
“See you at lunch.” called Laz to Lily’s retreating back, pulling off the rugby shirt to reveal a smart, white shirt and thin black tie underneath.
“That’s better.” said Lily, looking back over her shoulder, “You can be manly and stylish while you answer the phone all day.”
“Hey, isn’t that your job?” Laz joked.
“Shut up.” returned Lily, realising that he was right, and that actually, his job was probably a lot better than hers. Laz grinned and feigned zipping his lips together as the lift doors clanged shut, obscuring him from view, and Lily went zooming upwards.
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