Dreaming of Z's [Chater Three]

I walk into work, I'm not sure how I got here, but the rush of cold air brushes past me and envelopes me. Now every single pore is alive and tingling.
I walk past the blurry aisles and head towards the break room. I punch in the code and enter, once inside I see her. After I look around the room, seeing the table, scattered with junk and half eaten food [note to self: if by 8:00pm that food is still there: eat it]. I see the dirty floor that always smells like mildew, the microwave with time still on it [as if it's too hard to push the stop button]. There she is, on her tip toes reaching into my locker for some reason and that's when I see it, the smilie face I drew on her side last night, when she was in bed with me.
"What? I'm just going to do some word finds from your locker." She says. "Don't look at me like that, fool."
"I was looking at something else." I say. "Where did you get that smilie face?"
"Oh, I dunno." She says. "Someone must have drawn it on me while I was asleep." Then she sits down, book in hand.
"You don't remember who?"
"I just said I was asleep, how could I remember if I was asleep, huh?" She always has the most unpleasant attitude while at work, it bothers me. She's now, nose deep in a puzzle. So I knock on the office door, and wait. She's enveloped in the puzzle, that means I'm invisible, but whatever: I'm about to get paid!
The door swings open and I handle business. When I leave the office, she's gone. I walk out of the break room and head back out to my car.

Her and I need to have a talk later.

-Sir Jestro