Sparkleish
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Charles liked to think of himself as a personable guy. He got along with everyone at the station, always making the effort to remember names of those who were around often and ask them about their kids or partners or whatever other life situations they had spoken about in the past. It had always been important to him to be liked, and to make others feel like they were liked in return. One day, he had hoped, those pleasant conversations with co-workers would become a genuine connection of friendship.
After six years working here, it didn’t seem to be going that way. He was invited out to drinks with the rest of the station, included in the times they went for food and he liked to think he did and said all the right things when they were out together. Regardless, it was the rest of his co-workers that ended up bonding into various groups, enjoying each other’s company, and he was left heading back to his one-bedroom apartment and feeding his cat.
After a while of the same behaviours, Charles had decided that trying to connect with the people at work just wasn’t going to work for him. Keeping up the same friendliness as he always had was a must, of course, but he didn’t bother trying to go out to every event in the hope that someone would pay him attention.
That was about when he had started noticing the gentleman who seemed to live – or at least spend a lot of his time – outside the station. At first he hadn’t thought much of him, just giving him a nod, a smile, and whatever change was rattling around in his wallet. After time, they had started talking a little more – sharing names, conversation, catch ups. Unlike the rest of the people he shared pleasantries with, however, Charles found himself growing rather fond of this one. He seemed … genuine.
Which was why, when the city was bunkered down for a hurricane that was starting to tear through, Charles was in his car and driving through the wind and the rain. His window was down, and he was looking out through the whipping water. The short hair on the top of his head was plastered down, soaking wet, with water dripping down lightly-tanned skin. He was left trying to blink the water from his brown eyes, and shouting over the sound of the wind.
“Andrew!” Was this the stupidest thing he had ever done? Quite possibly, but who knew how a homeless man was supposed to brave through a damn hurricane. “Andrew Grace!”
After six years working here, it didn’t seem to be going that way. He was invited out to drinks with the rest of the station, included in the times they went for food and he liked to think he did and said all the right things when they were out together. Regardless, it was the rest of his co-workers that ended up bonding into various groups, enjoying each other’s company, and he was left heading back to his one-bedroom apartment and feeding his cat.
After a while of the same behaviours, Charles had decided that trying to connect with the people at work just wasn’t going to work for him. Keeping up the same friendliness as he always had was a must, of course, but he didn’t bother trying to go out to every event in the hope that someone would pay him attention.
That was about when he had started noticing the gentleman who seemed to live – or at least spend a lot of his time – outside the station. At first he hadn’t thought much of him, just giving him a nod, a smile, and whatever change was rattling around in his wallet. After time, they had started talking a little more – sharing names, conversation, catch ups. Unlike the rest of the people he shared pleasantries with, however, Charles found himself growing rather fond of this one. He seemed … genuine.
Which was why, when the city was bunkered down for a hurricane that was starting to tear through, Charles was in his car and driving through the wind and the rain. His window was down, and he was looking out through the whipping water. The short hair on the top of his head was plastered down, soaking wet, with water dripping down lightly-tanned skin. He was left trying to blink the water from his brown eyes, and shouting over the sound of the wind.
“Andrew!” Was this the stupidest thing he had ever done? Quite possibly, but who knew how a homeless man was supposed to brave through a damn hurricane. “Andrew Grace!”