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www.mollyhooper.co.uk/blog/25m…Well, this was weird. But Molly's life had been, by definition, weird as soon as she had decided on a career. She tried to recall a Jim from IT, but try as she might, no face presented itself. Of course, what with their total inability to be helpful and tendency to whisper perverted jokes when the Boss wasn't looking, she wasn't very familiar with the blokes from IT.
Couldn't hurt though. She was going to be stuck in the lab for a while, and her mug had run dry long enough ago that her eyes were beginning to feel heavy and gritty. (Was her nose really cute?) Molly stretched as much as she could without knocking something toxic over, turned off the computer's monitor, and stood. Grabbing her mug (decorated with kittens), she let her feet find their way through the nearly-empty hospital to the staff kitchen, where the constant supply of cheap coffee guaranteed at least one person present. At this moment, it was a relatively small man about her age with messy black hair, clever, sparkling eyes, and a sheepish smile. With his t-shirt and tight jeans, he was barely in dress code, even for IT. Assuming he was the one she'd arranged to meet with.
"Hi." Molly smiled shyly. That was a fairly noncommittal monosyllable, wasn't it? So even if this wasn't Jim, she wouldn't be embarrassing herself too badly.