Work, work, work. Break. Some coffee, by the window. Work, work, work. Another coffee, now walking to someone else's office. Work, work, work. Lunch time.
This is it. His time has come to opt out of everything he has always seen as he's life. This is no life.
Instead of eating with the same person he has always done so for the last 3 years, this man decides to go home and pack.
Where to go? Not important. But life's grip is tightening to much and he cannot keep fighting it.
Some shirts, couple of pants, two pairs of shoes and some underwear. That should be enough. He takes his passport, in the eventuality of traveling abroad. There are no real plans about where to go but that's precisely the idea.
He checks his phone: no calls, no messages, nothing. Better, he thinks, if they believe he's running late or has had some kind of problem.
Takes the backpack and walks to the door. After closing properly, he pushes the elevator's button and then a woman, older than him but still beautiful, stands closely. Her hair is messy, she even appears to be missing a day or two of careful grooming.
He looks at her big running pants and old shirt. There appears to be a lot of dust on her shoulders.
- It's taking quite long. - she says.
- Yeah... - he answers, no idea what's she's talking about.
No, he doesn't like to chat with strangers. But she does.
- You live here? - she asks.
- Leaving for some weeks.
Why he answered that, he has no idea. He's starting to sweat.
- I'm moving in. So weird to move from another city.
- Must be.
He really doesn't want to talk.
- Am I making you uncomfortable? - she asks, looking at him.
He cleans some of the sweat off his forehead. He decides not to say a word.
- Sorry, I tend to over talk. Guess I'm nervous for the new job and everything.
Then something clicks inside his mind, like a key entering the keyhole.
He turns to her, watching her honey colored eyes and says:
- Don't you get fucking trapped by that job, ok?
He's dead serious. She knows it.
- Never become a zombie like they want you to be. Think for yourself, even if they don't give a fuck about it.
He falls silent.
She suddenly says he has remembered something at home and leaves, without saying a word.
The elevator arrives. He comes in and tightens the backpack.
As the door closes, he faintly smiles, rising his head, finally feeling as a real free man.