Aidan looked up as Emma put her laptop over the counter. “The screen blacked out. Help me. All my works are inside.” She frowned. Aidan freezed for a few seconds while trying to remember this familiar face before he switched on her laptop for inspection.
“Must be the graphic chip set. Fill up this form and I’ll call you up when it’s done.” Aidan handed her the official repair form.
“How long do I have to wait?”
Emma sighed and clicked her tongue. “Goodness..” she whispered.
“School assignments to rush?”
“Ah? Um, no. Work actually.. Freelancing.” she chuckled and continued “...designs, big client. Ugh. I wish I can afford a Mac.”
“No backup? A desktop PC...”
“Nope.” She handed back the form. Aidan looked at her name to reassure. Yep. It was her.
“Anyway, you guys do have printing service here right? Here...” she dug out a thumbdrive from her handbag “...I have a document to print out.”
Aidan plugged her thumbdrive to his work computer. “Which one?” He turned his display screen slightly to her. Her eyes scanned quickly through the files before she pointed a Microsoft Word document titled ‘Resignation Letter’. He opened and clicked print – at the same time resisting the urge to read through the letter, just out of curiosity. However, he did managed to catch some details.
“Hey. I remember you, you played the violin..”
“You played the solo violin on music camp back in 2007! My goodness!”
Aidan forced a smile. He never thought this girl would remember her as well.
“I can’t remember your name but, my God... What are you doing here?? You are so talented!”
Before Aidan could reply, Emma continued again “Dude you’re supposed to be at the Philharmonic Hall or Vienna or something... You’re so... Talented...” this time with a very dramatic facial expression that made him annoyed to some extent.
“Well. You have nice vocal too. Not everyone can pull out a soft tone higher soprano. What happened?” Aidan stood up from his seat and made a signal to her printed resignation letter.
Emma choked. For a moment they stared at each other absentmindedly.
“How much? For the printing.” She looked away, her tone turned upset.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh wow. Really?” She looked at him, surprised.
“No, not really. You owe me a drink.” He replied with a huge grin on his face.
Emma took her document over the counter and walked away with a smile. “Oh come on!” said Aidan.
She turned around, “dude, you have my laptop. The sooner it’s fixed, the sooner you’ll get your drink.”
Day one :)