Misha Chapter Three
The morning spiraled rapidly downhill after its electrifying inception. Misha was twitchier than a street samurai with a short circuit, jumping every time she heard a gust of air. Samuel was a mage after all, he probably had spirits watching every move she made, hoping for the slightest glimpse of skin or waiting for her shirt to shift just right. His magic was everywhere, why else would she be suffering from hardware glitches all day! More projects than normal exploded leaving her with a 70% failure rate. It certainly wasn’t her work sliding, not at all. The steaming when she left her soldering iron a few moments too long was perfectly harmless. Not to mention blown fuses and burnt resisters, who needed all those anyways.
Despite the growing cloud of smoke around her, she couldn’t bring herself to focus on her project. While the troll was here none of that mattered. What really mattered was why the frelling mage wanted to have lunch the first day of his inspection. If it was just her curse he would have waited as he got to know her. It takes time for the desire and confidence to build. No one ever asked her out on the first day, they were usually too awed. No, this had to be something work related, but what?
Her morning, which was normally the most productive part of the day, was a complete bust. Eventually she gave up on getting anything done, throwing her current circuit board into the incinerator. She’d wait for her friend Shade to begin his shift. He’d make it better. He was the rigger who ran building security for NeoNET and he was the one male she felt safe around. He’d at least be able to tell her if she was being watched, maybe even have some info on why she was chosen for lunch.