We don't go home with Sylar, do we?

Today was the first day of my 10 hour work per day week (4 days' work). Ouch. Those two hours? They really do hurt.

I was also banished from Hobbitsville, as we were packed full by noon when I arrived for work. Alas, I was banished to the fringes of Middle Earth, to the lonesome, rundown computers behind the tech guys.

And boy, those tech guys have the dirtiest mouths ever. They scream and shout profanities. But... they are still rather hot. Especially now, since the long haired metal loving guys crawled back from the Metal Fest. With a hangover. Heh.

Anyway, imagine my delight when I bumped into Sylar! He winked at me as he passed me! Well either that or he had something is his eye. I think he had something in his eye... Uhm... yeah... no. He probably had something in his eye as he smiled at me but I wish, I hope he winked at me. I'm so hopeless. And I don't even like the guy...

...or do I?

Anyway, imagine my surprise (I changed computers twice - the first computer was a pile of useless crap so I had to switch - and then back into Hobbitsville to be among my hairy-footed kind, oh, the irony!)... so imagine my surprise, when I ran into Sylar in the evening.

I asked him: aren't you in the morning shift? He blinked in surprise and said: yeah, I usually am, but I'm doing the evening shift just this once.

And since then I had this inkling feeling that maybe, just maybe I will be lucky...

And the mails kept coming and I had the biggest headache ever and there came a huuuuge kickass storm.

We saw it coming from miles away. I asked my fave blocking agents to check up on something and I saw the darkness looming on the horizon. And then it came closer... and closer... And it became night three hours early.

And then the hailstorm hit. The super cell was above us and lightning and hail and everything poured... We couldn't see anything. I kid you not.

And when the storm was mostly over and it became normal rain, the street below us became a lake. Cars looked like ships and pedestrians were knee-deep in water.

Whoa. And we did not see the double rainbow, but thank the gods that my mom saw my camera and took a few pictures. ^^

Anyway, when I was done for the day, the water ebbed away, mostly. And I went down. Sylar was nowhere to be found. Sniff.

But when I walked to the bus stop... he was there, smoking like a chimney, leaning on his big umbrella like a walking stick. If I didn't think he was hot so far... I would have at that moment.

Anyway, lucky me, the girls he was chatting with got on the other bus and he started edging closer to me just as I was edging closer to him. Hah. And then he asked what bus I was waiting for, so I told him. He told me he was waiting for that one too. I told him I knew.

I think he was surprised... and not in the best way... shocked would be a better word. I told him we met on the bus a while back. He said he was on painkillers and his brain was poop. Gods, the man has style. :P

Anyway... another coworker came so we did not chitchat a lot. (No, I do not like her. That woman is looney. She talks and sings to herself and she starts talking to you while you are doing something else and she is not bothered when she is talking to thin air...) But luckily she got off after two stops and we... chatted some more.

He likes the Egyptian religion. He has an ex-gf, who was a theologist. He has a good idea about freemasons but he said the less I (we?) know the better. Hmm. He is also an evening person, but he usually prefers working mornings. And he likes beer.

Oh and I know approximately where he lives.

Well well well.

I think I could have handled our chat a lot better, but alas, I was out of my frikkin mind with... shock, excitement, amazement, whatever.

I'm just kinda sad that I was playing the staring game with a clueless idiot like him.
Actually, I wonder what the hell he thought we were doing in the first place.
Are all pretty people this stoopid? (Sigh.)
Or am I just that insignificant to him? (Ouch.)