Gaara headed out to the hallway, hoping to squeeze in a quick toilet break before his next call. He was so busy thinking about what the Kaze customer wanted, that he barely noticed the guy standing between him and the toilets. Not until he almost rammed into him.
“Oh my gosh, so sorry!” the guy squeaked, jumping out of the way. His accent was so thick. It was almost identical to the one Mabui sported.
Gaara lifted his head and stared up at him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the bright orange scarf wrapped around his neck.
“So sorry,” repeated the guy before Gaara could even say anything. “I was just looking for this pilates place…”
OR
A modern AU about work-life balance with emphasis on the life part.
Gaara headed out to the hallway, hoping to squeeze in a quick toilet break before his next call. He was so busy thinking about what the Kaze customer wanted, that he barely noticed the guy standing between him and the toilets. Not until he almost rammed into him.
“Oh my gosh, so sorry!” the guy squeaked, jumping out of the way. His accent was so thick. It was almost identical to the one Mabui sported.
Gaara lifted his head and stared up at him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the bright orange scarf wrapped around his neck.
“So sorry,” repeated the guy before Gaara could even say anything. “I was just looking for this pilates place…”
OR
A modern AU about work-life balance with emphasis on the life part.
Gaara peered at the flyer recognizing the flashy colours right away. “It’s the one right below us,” he said. “Ignore the signs on the staircase, those count stories, not floors.“
“They do?” the guy echoed.
“Yeah,” Gaara said, pointing to the staircase. “Just run down the stairs, turn left. There’s a glass door. Same colours. Impossible to miss.”