Thursday December 12, 2002:
I am in love.
I was chowing on my first donut of the day, my mouth covered in sprinkles and frosting, when that hologram chick showed up in the Hazard Course in the flesh … or rather, in the Hazard Suit.
How does that woman make armour-plating look so good? For a moment, I couldn’t believe she was actually three-dimensional.
“Uh, howdy ma’am,” I stuttered, “What can I do ya for?”
“Oh hello,” she said, frowning at the box of pastries I was working through, “I was wondering I could do a quick run of the course. It’s been a while since I practised.”
“Sure! Yeah!” I babbled, getting outta my seat. “I just need your name on this here form.”
She took a pen and clipboard from me and signed it: Dr Gina Cross. Now I know her name. Step two is getting her number.
My jaw hit the floor when she hit the course. She finished in 20 minutes and ten seconds without even breaking a sweat. She must be in really good shape.
“Huh, I must be getting rusty,” she shrugged when I recorded her time. “Catch you later.”
I didn’t have time to say another word before she was gone… Jesus, I can’t believe I said ‘howdy.’ So stupid.
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