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Even beside the boiler this place was cold. When I agreed to take this job they probably warned me about that but I was too busy dreaming of what I could do with the money. Five years worth of full time pay for 7 months of isolation, one very nice compensation.
I assumed that I would adapt to whatever the north pole would throw at me. I mean, at twenty five there is no man ever who thinks he can handle anything. This place was a whole different world than anything I ever saw. My job there was simple really, maintain the operating equipment and keep the place livable, building maintenance for short. Sure there were other things that came with the territory, like making the coffee in the morning and unloading and storing supplies, none of which I minded.
I even found myself taking care of the egg-head who worked there. She seemed nice enough to me despite barely acknowledging my existence. She barely ever spoke to me, but I am not sure she would ever have actually eaten if not for me. That woman worked late studying her samples every single night. She had all of three outfits she wore and rarely did anything more than tie her hair up. Her face was always over her microscope, so intensely involved in her work I barely knew what she looked like.
That seemed for the best anyways, a relationship up here with just the two of us, might get messy and not in the good way. Time came and went quickly if you didn't muddy the water i figured. Almost four months has passed since we came here and now that we were on the other side of the mountain it seemed wise to carry on as we were.
Today was just like any other day, I walked past the laboratory and things are as always, there she was hunched over her microscope with her samples stacked around her. I wonder to myself if she even knows what day it is.
Heh, I laugh out loud. 'day' was an abstract concept up here, another thing I ignored when they warned me about the place. The sun set for the last time months ago, and if it was ever coming back remained to be seen. I glanced back over and realize I had startled the lady in the lab. "Sorry about that miss, I remembered something funny, I didn't mean to disturb you."
She rubs her shoulders as she tries to wring out the obvious stiffness in them. "Is there any thing for sore muscles around?" She asks as she returns to her work.
"I have some cream for that if you like."
"Sure, yes, cream." she says as she looses her concentration on the conversation and gets lost in her work again.
This was the most I ever got out of her from any given day. Usually just a thank you for dinner and back at it.
I took my time to walk to the supplies section and rummage about for the cream I had seen when I stored it last month. I rarely ever needed anything like it, my job kept me relatively fit and in my down time I was getting plenty of exercise and always plenty of time to stretch, what else was I going to do.
I make my way back to her lab and knock on the door, startling her again. "Sorry miss, I found the cream you asked for."
"Cream?"
"You said your shoulders hurt, you asked if I had anything to help, here you go."
"I did?" she asks as she returns to her work, "Fine, umm, just put it there and I will get to it shortly." she says pointing aimlessly at her desk.
I comply, but then speak up uncharacteristically. "Your probably not going to do it are you?"
"I will get to it in time like I get to the other samples."
"I can do it for you if you want, having sore muscles is probably a distraction from what you're doing anyways."
"Not as much as a talkative janitor I assure you!" she snaps angrily at me, then just as suddenly checks herself and turns to face me and softens her expression. "Sorry, that wasn't fair, I have so much work to do and so little time. I feel like I am way behind. What do you need me for?"
"I was bringing you the cream you asked for. I know you tend to put things off so I was offering to help you with it. I really don't recommend leaving your sore shoulders, they are just going to get worse."
"Oh, that's so kind of you, now I feel so terrible." She says frowning, "Can I impose on you to do it now? The shoulders are really hard to reach."
"Yeah, I will take care of it, turn around please."
She complies and I apply the cold smelly cream to my hands, then to her shoulders. Her skin felt like silk, and below she felt soft like she had no muscle definition. So she really did keep her figure by starving herself, at least it was not intentional.
"So, how long have you been here?" she asks in attempt to make small talk.
"Since September actually." I say as I press hard into her shoulder to work the cream in.
She moans gently, "Wow, six months? I barely noticed you around."
"So, you really don't know what day it is?" I say with a laugh.
"Yeah, of course I do it's like the end of February." she boasts falsely.
"Nope,"
"March?" She asks nervously.
"More like December."
"So I am ahead of schedule for once?"
"That, I wouldn't know." I say as I lean into her other shoulder.
"That feels amazing Mr. Umm what is your name again." she asks realizing she didn't even know my name.
"Nick, ma'am, just call me Nick."
"Selena, my name that is; anyways, if your this good with your hands maybe I will keep you around."
"Just glad I can help."
"I haven't felt this good since, you know what? Never mind, would you be willing to rub down the rest of my back? Now that you made my shoulders feel better I can feel how bad the rest of it feels."
"Are you sure you don't have any work to get back to?"
