The story goes that they had known one another since kindergarten.
Not that they had played together. She was too noisy, he thought. He was no fun, she thought. They were similarly uninterested as they moved on through the following school years. Most of the time they were unaware of the other’s existence. It was only towards the end of their school days that they came into contact more often. It was during this period that their relationship had strengthened to a point where it was obvious that they felt a mutual loathing. In fact, despite their never actually wondering what it was that brought this level of hatred about, it remained in place through those years that saw them entering into their working lives.
It was his first job that found him working on the eleventh floor of a large financial company in the city. Here he found himself enjoying the administrative duties that his role required. He had always had a knack for organizing things.
It was her second term of employment. After spending a few months in her cousin’s florist shop, she took up the position, in what might be called the typing pool of the invoicing department. She had always been a natural on the keyboard. This just happened to be in the same company, situated on the twelfth floor.
One may well wonder how this tale will end. It would be a sting in the tale if they finally get married. It would be far more realistic and in keeping with everyday life if they went on with their lives in their own separate ways. It’s anyone’s guess, really.
As stated previously, this is only a story…