| Current mood: |  ecstatic |
| Current music: | Schumann, "Carnaval" (Michelangeli) |
Transport.
Goodness, has it actually been a week? I can barely account for the time gone.
Things have certainly kept up their current pace here at Wolfram & Hart, so she and I have had to find whatever time we can to explore the changed dynamics between us. We've been finding a myriad of excuses to visit each others' offices. I do my best to prevent my work from suffering, but the mere sight of her hair, curled like smoke, or her dazzling smile is enough to send all research-related thoughts out of my head. I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed. I'm even less sure that I care.
I suppose everyone has the dream of the fantasy girl, the one we gaze upon from afar, who saunters through their life oblivious to our affections. We remain quiet, convinced any blandishment from our corner would be a great black smudge on the brilliant canvas of their lives, and we can't stand to stain such beauty. For fools like us, our only hope is that someday this great virtuoso will turn about, gaze at us, and decide that we are no less than the missing element that will complete their masterpiece. The odds of this are quite low, and the potential of a bitter, solitary end proportionally high, a fact I've been all too aware of. Toward that end, I can only express overflowing gratitude to whatever Powers there are for my deliverance.
Fred? I have something of a walkabout assignment to do. Care to join me?
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