“Ziggy, what the hell kind of personal assistant are you? The chicken tortilla soup container cracked and soup is all over our dinner! Plus now Jul doesn’t have her soup! You couldn’t go back and get another?”
He gave his boss a look that could kill but quickly hid it; intelligent people don’t make nasty faces at a heavyweight champion like Bobby Rox. He breathed once before answering. “I stepped on this little dog…I didn’t even notice that the container opened until I was on the elevator here. I was more worried about the dog.”
“Was the little guy okay?” Jul asked from the leather couch with obvious concern.
“Yup, he was fine, barked once and then ran off yelping.”
“All I know is that this is Jul’s favorite soup, and now she doesn’t have any!”
“It’s not a big deal, Bobby. Really.”
The gargantuan looked at his personal assistant and shook his head. At that Jul’s phone rang and she went into the kitchen to answer it. She came out crying a moment later and rushed over to the closet to grab her coat.
“I have to go…emergency…sorry guys!” she yelled as the door slammed behind her.
Bobby looked at the closed door. “That was weird.”
“Yeah. Again, I’m really sorry.” The smell of Jul’s perfume still hung in the air, and Ziggy enjoyed the scent once more before it was gone and all that was left was the smell of sweaty shoes that Bobby seemed to emanate at all times. All of a sudden he realized Bobby had been talking to him for a while.
“…and then pick them up. Okay?”
Ziggy nodded as if he’d heard. He’d have to figure out a way to get the instructions again later. “What do you think made her run out like that?”
Bobby looked at him and laughed. “She’s out of your league, man. She makes clothing for goddamn stars to wear to the Oscars! Think she’s going to date a personal assistant?”
Ziggy looked out the window at the cityscape that he loved so much and wished he could find a job in architecture, his major in school. His love for buildings and drawing them took over a little as he rearranged the view in his mind. He smiled at its beauty.
“HEY!” Bobby’s yell made Ziggy jump back to reality.
“I said I need that suit now. It’s down at the 49th Street Cleaners.”
Ziggy grabbed the tag from the counter and slammed the door behind him a little too hard.
If you enjoyed Ziggy, please click on the “Stories of Connections” category on the right and read the others. Each story connects to another in some small way. Thanks for reading!
And find out what happens to Jul in the next Story of Connections, coming soon!