A Fall In The Mall

He felt Vérónika’s hands brush his own and felt a tingling sensation in his hand that made him cringe. The face he made must have been funny as he heard Vérónika violently exhaling in front of him. “Now open your eyes.” He did and his eyes fell to look at a mini soldier crab in is hand. His jaw dropped. He fell back like a log. “Vector, are you still alive?” she asked curiously. She slightly poked his shoulder and chest and continued asking questions as she began to get concerned. “Uuuhh…What happened?” “This is Geoff,” she told him. The creature was, thankfully, back in Vérónika’s hand. “He also helps me make decisions.” “Guess I’m scared of soldier crabs,” he chuckled awkwardly. “No judgement. Doorknobs freak me out.” “But you’re an interior designer.” “It’s good. It gives me opportunities to face my fears, how else are you supposed to grow? Plus, I might be the one to invent some other way to open a door. Who knows, that’s the beauty of life.” “I never thought of it like that.” “And that’s what communication is for. Now come on, help me choose the lights.” Vérónika helped Vector up and took him to a table with a small sample of white LED lights and a small version of a gold chandelier. She gingerly plopped Geoff onto the desk and talked to him. He stood still for a while as if registering the question of which light he preferred for the mall before he started to shuffle towards the gold chandelier. “What do you think?” Vérónika asked over her shoulder. “The crab is right. The gold light is more suitable. It gives a softer vibe and the gold will match the flowers out there. Geoff probably moved to it because it’s shiny.” “There are no such things as coincidences. Gold it is.”

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