Snobbish idiot

As I held up the white sheet with many black words written on it in front of me I sighed. This part of the job was really the most annoying. Some contracts were on a local paper, but most were in electronic form. The paper was not cheap and readily available. The rich sometimes wanted contract on it so much but I didn't understand why. Maybe they wanted as a back-up or just liked the expensive sight.

I got up from my chair and left the office and then headed to the kitchen, where I also reached in a few seconds. I put the tablet-like-electronic device on the kitchen counter and started to prepare something to drink, only to realize something important after a pretty short moment.

As I put the grey mug down I went to look at the couch. It was empty. I frowned as I didn't remember anyone leaving this floor. However, on the other hand, I should be happy, after all, I had one thing less to worry about.

Unfortunatelly, when I turned back and wanted to attend to what before, the one, who was supposed to be lying on that couch before, appeared in my field of vision. Or he should at least look like how much he drank the night before so I could at least laugh at him.

I looked down from his messy curly slightly wet hair to the black pants he was wearing yesterday. He had nothing else besides them. I raised my eyebrows inquiringly: "Can't you get dressed or something?"

Damien chuckled and threw the white towel he had been holding in his hand the whole time over his shoulder: "My clothes aren't in a very good condition."

I shook my head at him with a sigh while overcoming the fact that he acted like he owned this place. Maybe the clothes were a little rumpled, but one wouldn't be able to tell after a while and more-over he just needed them to get back to his home. I didn't understand why he couldn't just wear the same outfit two days in a row. Snobbish idiot.

"Well, good luck on your way back. A lot of people will be staring," I warned him and picked up the mug again. I poured the sachet I had taken out of the box into it and then I poured some hot water over. It wasn't a coffee, but there was definitely some caffeine in it because this thing kept me awake a little more.

I picked up the mug and the tablet to which walked around him. I was heading back to the office and wasn't going to pay him any more attention. I already felt that I had done more than enough, after all. That's why I sat down in my armchair again and got back to work.

I was checking the information on the screen in front of me and adding some more when I sensed the presence of another person in the not very big room. So I looked up at univited Damien who was surveying my very modest office.

I placed the tablet on the desk and leaned back firmly as I raised my eyebrows in a quiet question at the person in front of me. However, he kept walking around some more before sitting down on the dark brown couch. I doubted that it was comfortable for him to sit there given his social position. This place lacked some... qualities, after all. Like a good couch.

"Didn't I make it clear enough? You can go," I spoke after a moment when it was clear to me that he wasn't going to say anything.

Damien rolled his eyes at me and chuckled, "Didn't you say everyone would be staring at me in this state?"

"Yeah, but that´s not my problem," I shrugged and shifted my attention back to my work. I wasn't in the mood for this. Him. Ever since we met, actually. He pissed me off. I had no idea why, but it was like that. Sometimes someone like that - idiot who just pissed me off for no reason - just made me angry, again for no reason.

I was only pulled out of my concentration on the information in front of me when I saw a movement close in front of me. Annoyed, I looked up at Damien, who was now standing with his hands on my desk.

"Can't you be a little nicer?"

"No."

Damien sighed, probably thinking of some other ways to convince me to get him something to wear. Except I probably didn't have anything. Although I wasn't much smaller, I wasn't a guy, my size would be small for him probably. Or I could find him a racing suit. Out of his league though. He was simply the problem.

"What are you doing?" I raised my voice.

I thought my words might work to drive him away but I must have been wrong because Damien walked around the table and was now standing over me. Which was pretty annoying. I wanted to throw him out of here with my own hands, but I didn't want to fight so early.

"Oh, come on, we're not complete strangers after all. Maybe you can find something for me," he said with a smile, that I wanted to wipe off his face, and then he put his hand on the armrest turning my chair so that I was now facing him. With my beautifully annoyed expression.

"I'm sure you have enough money. You can solve this yourself," I said and wanted to remove his hand from the armrest, but he added the other one to the other and leaned on his hands, so I sank further into the chair to keep at least a little bit of a safe distance.

I liked this situation even less. His face was dangerously close to mine. So I decided to act. But firstly, just with some words: "You are violating my personal space."

"And you're not being very nice to your guest."

Rolling my eyes I said: "You should be glad I didn't leave you lyin´ somewhere on the street."

I pushed him away with the last word. He probably didn't expect that and staggered, which made me chuckle a little. And at that moment, almost with a slight knock on the door, Chris burst into the office to which he stopped as he saw Damien next to me, then widened his eyes when he saw how little clothing the person was wearing.

"Uhm... I guess I came in a wrong time."

"Christoph," I raised my voice as he turned to leave. "What do you need?"

Chris turned back and scanned Damien with his eyes from head to toe again before speaking: "Uh, well, some guy came in, sayin´ his name is Jasper and that he's your friend and he wants to talk to you."

I gave Damien one last look before getting up from my chair and walking around the table to follow Chris down to where Jasper was supposed to be. I was slightly surprised that he showed up. And even more that he was here.

"Eh, you, wait," Damien interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Go ahead," I waved towards Chris and, as he left with a nod, I turned back to my desk, next to which Damien was still standing. However, suddenly his confidence seemed to leave him.

I sighed when the person standing a few steps away from me said nothing. I expected him to start begging me to give him some clothes again, but he just stood there with his hands beside his body while looking at me like a lost child. Either he was surprised by me pushing him away or Chris's unexpected pressence. But that didn't matter at all. He looked funny.

"If you still want something, you can look into my closet, but don't take the expensive ones," I finally spoke and turned to leave again. "Now excuse me, I have work to do."

So I went down to the garage, where work was already being done, since it was already daylight. So, as soon as I got there, I could hear the music getting louder and more noise coming from Hideaki fixing one of the hoverbikes as he sang some words along the singer from speakers.

However, I focused on the person who was standing at the entrance and was probably discussing something with Chris. I walked closer, wanting to draw attention to my presence, when Jasper shifted his gaze to me, which also alerted Chris, who then turned to me and looked somewhere behind me, as if looking for someone.

"Jasper, what a surprise," I said instead of greeting. Then I looked questioningly at Chris, who was giving me the same look. "What? ...Yeah, I took care of that minor problem, don't worry."

Chris looked even more confused but then walked away with a shake of his head, leaving me standing alone across from Jasper. I was finally able to notice that I probably wouldn't recognize him on the street if I passed by him. His hair was a bit longer and the color was more of a dirty blonde now. And he seemed a little taller and matured than how I remembered him. Though I doubted he was more matured.

"Have you talked to anyone else, yet?" I wondered. We only found out about him yesterday and it was barely morning now, but I'm working and he might had visited someone before he showed up here. Which would be understandable as I haven´t talked to him yet apart from Mali.

"Yeah... I met Mali, she was angry."

I giggled at his answer. Mali's mood must had been really pleasant. Though it wasn't surprising when this moron disappeared without any trace and didn't even call us that time, and suddenly he's off to the races. And he would've not even trying to explain anything on his own without Mali stepping in.

"You deserved it."

"I know."