Summer Of Love

Sitting on silky smooth sand, under an umbrella which seems to wrap your body in a cool blanket protecting you from the suns powerful rays is what people call relaxing, and I think....... I've come to agree with them now, now that I have someone to wrap me up like hot dogs in a bun, now that I have a protector, now that I have someone whom I hold close to my heart.

I'm Catherine a bank teller, I'm about 5'2 and of light brown complexion, I have coyly hair and big bright brown eyes i'm built like a literal model; I'm joking I'm slim, thick and 27 years old. I live alone in a two roomed apartment a few blocks away from work. I've recently been working for a bank in the center of Iceland, yes, the ones that always get robbed in the novels and comics but luckily this bank is just a font and is said to be controlled by the president's son Tyler at least that's what I've been hearing since I've been there. He opened this bank a few years back so that " he can help make life easier for the other banks" but just like any celebrity living in America Tyler has his secrets or so everyone thinks, he hardly comes to the bank and when he does he sure is a pain in the neck; always showing up with strange looking men and smiling at every teller that catches his attention like sir this is an office go be flirty at a bar or something and he has a thing for randomly summoning me then telling me to "never mind" like who does that???? Either way he's stuck up and secretive like Bruce Wayne; always trying to hide his identity.

Today was like every other day; telling the elderly they have been scammed, helping young adults open accounts and answering queries through the phone.

It was about 1:15 pm; I was on the top floor's balcony eating lunch; a chicken sandwich and a diet coke and enjoying the view when a bird decided to ruin my outfit by doing the most disgusting thing, out of all the persons in Iceland the bird decided to shit on my blouse, my outfit was already quite inappropriate so i was keeping my distance from my colleagues but this damn bird decided it was my time. I scurried my way to the bathroom pulling down my fitted skirt each step and don't get me wrong yes i could've worn something better, but the time is hot its mid-June so what's wrong with putting on a cream fitted skirt, a white top and a pair of white flats I'll be behind a counter most of the time anyway. In the bathroom I wet some tissue and wiped the poop stain like i was trying to remove color from the white cloth, halfway through i remembered my lunch on the roof. I hurriedly removed the poop stain and rushed down the hall completely ignoring everyone to catch the elevator, as soon as I was standing Infront the elevator out of breath I took a deep breath, crouched over and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it already coming up unfortunately i had to take back that relief when I saw who stepped out.