#crescentisms

The two had seemed to bonded through some period of time, and in many respects he saw the older as someone admirable. A smile and enthusiastic nature that was hard to not be inflicted by it, perhaps that was where he was influenced to be quite cheery himself. On a particular day he was invited over to meet at the central part of the city in Kairos, and promptly meeting on the scheduled time, he sat on a nearby bench until noticing the man from afar. Standing, he made a quick wave to catch his attention as he approached him with a plastic bag occupying in his other hand.

     It’s five on a Friday evening, which means most everyone’s gone for the weekend -- save for the one lady struggling with the printer in the front office and the odd teacher, Miranda’s on her own.

     Which is for the best, really, because as the school’s night janitor she’s cleaning up the students’ messes half of the time.

     The other half of the time, she’s causing them.

     The cart she’s pushing knocks into the corner of an cabinet open, and there’s a resounding crash as the thing wobbles and its contents spill to the ground. Miranda, as the epitome of regal gracefulness, ends up stepping on a stray pen and slams into her cart, sending them both toppling onto the floor.

     It’s only five-fifteen.