Only six months ago, I could be found in a cramped, isolated room with my girlfriend in the City Post Office. Working part-time for the summer was actually Rin’s idea. It was also her idea why we were in a forlorn-looking place for the day.
“I still don’t get why you took this cleaning job when we’re happily working in the air-conditioned room upstairs. Even the regular staff don’t want to go here,” I said, scrunching my nose at the stale air.
The office looked like an old faculty room with file cabinets lining each side. The walls were a faded shade of yellow, or cream, or maybe it was white before, I couldn’t tell. Soot and dust clung on every surface and cobwebs hung in every corner. A rusty metallic fan was hanging from the ceiling but we didn’t bother turning it on, thinking it might fall off any second.
