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“...And over here we have our exhibits on Ancient Egypt...” A young woman wearing plain clothes and a lanyard saying ‘Chloe’ waltzed through the halls with all the workers of Transforming Genetics in tow.
Richie Kendrick plunged his hand into his knapsack and pulled out a camera which he then used to photograph enthusiastically, trying to capture every monument on display.
“Calm down Richie,” Rosa laughed as she placed a hand on his shoulders. “Getting a bit TOO excited, don’t you think?” He lowered his camera and blushed a bit. “Sorry, it’s just so FASCINATING! I mean, a civilisation that was founded THOUSANDS of years ago, with architecture and designs that were CENTURIES ahead of their time, its UNFATHOMABLE...”
Rosa nodded as he continued to speak; once ol’ Rich started ranting he would NEVER stop. She flicked her hair from her shoulder and straightened her personalised spectacles as she looked around at her colleagues.
Many (like Rosa herself) weren’t really interested in the tour and were just ambling around and stopping every few minutes to study something that piqued their interest. She found herself looking at different pairings and casually observing them.
She first found herself looking over at Trent Lockheed, your stereotypical douchebag. He thought he was God’s gift to women with his rugged good looks and tousled blonde hair. Even though it was winter you wouldn’t have been able to tell it as he wore shades, a tight fitted short sleeved top and ripped jeans, the poor man’s Johnny Bravo (respect to anyone that understands that). He turned and saw Rosa looking at him and growled while shooting finger guns at her.
“Ugh...” She rolled her eyes at his machismo, mouthing, ’I’ve got a boyfriend’. Accompanying Trent, as usual, was his pseudo girlfriend, Rachel Cartwright. She wore her usual attire: a baggy Fila hoodie with worn out blue jeans and trainers as she stood behind Trent, laughing a BIT too had at his jokes. Rosa could never quite understand why or how she was attracted to him; while Rachel was quiet and down-to-earth, Trent was the exact opposite, being boastful and arrogant.
’Well, you know what they say: opposites attract.’ Rosa changed her focus to the other pairs. One was Jake and Jenny, the inseparable duo. For the year and a bit that Rosa had worked under Dr Lockheed she’d NEVER seen them separated. They could always include others but no one ever really infiltrated the inner circle. They both wore the matching twin outfits: same baggy green jacket, same Star Wars T-shirts, jeans and unbranded shoes. The only difference was in the way they carried themselves; Jake always seemed the confident sibling, pushing his chest out and pointing stuff out. Jenny was more shy, no, introverted than her twin brother, content to just smile and nod as Jake rambled on and on about something he’d seen.
Rosa craned her head to observe more of her coworkers when suddenly she felt a rumble in her stomach. ’Ugh, it’s back...’ She grabbed her stomach and apologised to Richie as she ran off, searching frantically for a bathroom so she could, ‘take care of business’.
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