I was in the artists' lounge room.
More precisely, in a sort of corner, created with the addition of two panels, designed to create a mini-workstation.
I was finished there because all the computers of the agency were occupied and the staff told me that since the artists were busy, I could quietly use the device in that room, without being disturbed.
As soon as I entered, I immediately thought of the day of my interview, the amazement of knowing the "nice" little group and the mutual reactions of the moment.
I moved on and took a look at the room.
It was furnished in a basic style, I would say almost Spartan, with a couple of long dark couches, near which there were two small tables. Albums were hung on the walls, in order of exit I think, and specular to them, they had obtained shelves, in which was placed a coffee machine, with its small glasses, and there were also a drawers, in which I imagined there were small sins of throat of the artists.
I decided to stop looking around and going towards the workstation.
The computer screen was as big as a mini-TV and the desk was spartan, but you could see it was clean and tidy.
I turned it all on and started working.
About two and a half hours had passed and my eyes burned a little.
Being in front of such a large screen was not exactly good for my sight.
I took off my glasses and closed my eyelids to let them rest a little.
A slight cough made me wince.
I opened my eyes and I found myself in front of a very tall boy who was smiling at me. In his hands he held a small tray containing two cups of steaming tea and a small plate with some pastries.
He put it on the desk, went to get a chair and sat next to me.
- I saw you focused and I thought I'd bring you something to nibble on. I'm keeping you company, if you do not mind - he said smiling, creating two dimples at the sides of his mouth.
I sketched a smile in response and took the hot cup of tea in my hands.
I loved tea, from always, and it was perfect in these early autumn days; it warm your spirit a little.
We ate in silence, looking at us from time to time, but without talking.
It was the boy who interrupted the quiet.
- I apologize for what happened. We were really terrible, we have made a bad impression. We are not like that. I hope you will give us the opportunity to remedy it - he said firmly.
I looked at him seriously without answering.
I really did not know how to behave.
They were coming to apologize in turn, and although it was an admirable gesture, I could not get over it completely: the episodes had been really unpleasant.
- Thanks for the tea and the pastries - I sketched a slight smile.
He took the tray and looked at me again before leaving.
A single thought hovered in my mind: who would be the next to apologize?