On Sundays usually there is only six hours of work at our work place. We loved it because of two reasons. One, we were allowed to dress casually and two, the manager never bothers to come on Sundays.
"God, this place is dead," commented Tami. She was sitting behind the reception playing solitaire.
"Well I'll rather it be quiet than busy," said Nami. She was sitting next to Tami playing with her phone.
"Why am I not surprised!" I teased Nami and got a punch on my arm. Not only have I known her for a long time I considered her to be my closest friend.
"Ok guys there is nothing much to do here. I am off to the storage room to clean the mess there. Any one wants to help?" said kasha looking straight at me.
"I'll come," I offered a bit too quickly and rushed to her side.
"Why am I not surprised," said Nami returning my comment back to me. She was the only one who knew what happened last week. I glared at her and followed Kasha as we took the lift to go to the basement.
As soon as the lift door closed I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.
"God I missed you sweet lips," I said breathlessly.
"You were at my place yesterday," giggled Kasha as she responded to my kiss passionately.
"Well that still makes more than 15 hours," I grinned at her and pulled away as the lift reached the basement.
"Hi guys, going to the storage room?" said Orlando the security guard as he gave us the key.