Did he like me??.....| Work Experience Storytime

I have wanted to write this storytime for ages, but I never got round to doing it BUT I am writing it now so I hope you enjoy it.
So, a couple months ago I went to a "work centre" for some work experience. I went for a month. In the mornings I worked in a computer room and in the afternoon I did random jobs like packing boxes and putting together notebooks and leaflets...(I preferred the computer room work)
Anyway, this story started half way through the month.

One afternoon I walk into the room I work in and a young man, that looked to be aged in his late 20s, looked up and smiled at me. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a plain t-shirt and he also was bald. He hadn't been around before then, or maybe I just hadn't noticed. He smiled at me and I smiled back, not thinking anything of it, and found a table to work at for the afternoon, and sat down. I happened to look up often, because what I was working on was rather boring and I kind of liked watching what other people were doing. But when looking around the room, the same young man caught my eye as he was looking in my direction. I smiled at him, and he winked at me. I kind of smiled at this wink, not really knowing what else to do in reaction to it, and turned back to what I was working on. But each time I looked up it seemed he was always looking at me, and more than once he winked at me. He would just smile at me, give a wink, then turn his attention back to what he was working on. He was working on a different table, doing something different from what I was doing.

Now, on this particular day I was working on lining up these button like disks in a black tray thing, here's a picture because I'm terrible at explaining it...

Anyway, I was organising these black disks. I had to check to make sure they were not chipped or broken in any way then lay them up in the tray. At one point I had to get up from my seat and grab a handful more from the other side of the table. And during this process I dropped one of the disks on the floor and it rolled under the table, and as I was feeling lazy I didn't pick it up. My thought pattern was I was very likely to drop more and I would pick it up when I finished the row. 

Now, let me add before I continue, that many of the people in the room I worked in on the afternoons messed around and often had inappropriate comments about the young men and the young women, you can guess some of the things and one of the older women on the table I was working on had noticed this young man looking over at me and had chuckled at it, and had made a comment but as all the talking is always in French I didn't pick up on what she said.

So, continuing on, I had dropped the disk and hadn't picked it up, and continued with my row and I looked up to see the young man walking over to my table. He picked up what I had dropped and handed it to me, smiled, and asked me what my name was. I answered his question, then turned my attention back to my work while a couple of the women on my table made comments about what had just happened. 

Later, he walked over again just to talk to me. I can't remember what he asked me but he came over from his table just to say hi and to talk to me for a bit. I didn't really give much to the conversation and he soon went back to his seat. Now and then, after that, he would look over or stare a bit but he didn't come over to talk to me after that. And in the break I kind of went out of my way to avoid him so he wouldn't talk to me, but it backfired and when I thought he had passed where I was "hiding" in the corridor I came out and sat on the sofa and he appeared and even though the other two sofas were empty he decided to come and sit next to me, and almost put his arms around my shoulders except he took his arm away when I moved along the sofa a little. He then tried to get me to smile, before the break was over. I didn't want him to think I liked him by giving him much of a reaction so I basically ignored him and pretended to text someone. He got the picture and payed very little attention to me for the rest of that afternoon.  

The next afternoon I arrived in the room and didn't see him, and honestly I was rather relieved, but then I was placed on a different table at the very back of the room. I had to spend all afternoon folding documents in half and putting them into envelopes. So, when the young man arrived I kind of wanted him to pay me some attention because I knew it was going to be a boring afternoon on my own table folding boring pieces of paper. But even though I was a little happy to see him there, I didn't want to have to work with him on the same table. So, when he was seated at a different table I was relieved, but then one of the supervisors saw I was on my own and he decided to ask a couple people to see if they would want to help me out. Everybody the supervisor asked said no, except for the young man. The young man took one look at the table that he was being asked to help at and excepted the job. With a huge smile on his face, he walked over to the table I was working on and sat right next to me...very very close to me. 

He spent the afternoon talking about my hair, the work centre, the work we were doing, and his interests. He also asked me a couple questions here and there. He also tried to get me to smile, and often tried to get me to look at him. I also had to go through a couple more winks and him touching my arm now and then. In fact, any opportunity he had he seemed to find a way to touch my hand or arm, be that to grab more envelopes or see the pieces of paper with my name on it, or my badge or even to check the time on my phone even though he had his own phone with him. 

I also had a pen with me. It was a pink pen and on the end of the lid there is a little dogs head. My work companion kept picking up my pen. He would try writing with it, then put it down. Then he would just hold it and look at the dog, then at me, smile, then look back at the dog. And the weirdest thing he did, with my pen, was prop it up against a pile of filed envelopes and a box, so the dog was facing him. He just took a great interest in my pen. And touching my arm, and hand. Oh, and he also took a chance with playing with my hair too. And he compared me to a chocolate biscuit, because of my dark coloured skin tone. He searched cookies on google images on his phone and found a picture of a sandwich biscuit, one biscuit vanilla and the other chocolate- saying he was the vanilla and I was the chocolate and like the icing we were made to be put together! 

Overall, he was very annoying. 

And I had to put up with him all afternoon.

The following afternoon he was placed on a different table from me but again he kept looking over at me and winking. He was facing a different way from the way I was facing, and one point when I was looking around the room, like I often did, I see him look over at me then he got up and turned his chair around so he wouldn't have to turn to look at me, and moved the things he was working on so he could look up and see me. He looked at me and waved and winked at me a lot during that afternoon but I can't remember if he came over to me or not during the work time in there. He tried talking to me in the break but I didn't really say much to him at all.

I didn't see him after that, or for the rest of my work experience time there.

But, I might be going back to the same work centre for a longer period of time so I don't know what will happen, if anything, between him and I.

And, before anyone asks...

I didn't like him back, and actually tried my best to avoid him as much as possible, which I kind of felt bad for doing but at the same time I didn't want to raise his hopes or anything. 

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this storytime. 

And I'll see you all in my next post x