I don’t remember what I’m calling her, Elektra? That sounds okay. She was the first person I saw at the pipe shop, back when I went in for my interview. The one who was the hottest girl I’d interacted with that far into my short time of being in New York.

She sent me a message last night telling me that she had left a mug of material under the sink and was wanting to know if I would move it to the back of the under sink area for her so that she wouldn’t get in trouble with Ulric and Linda.

I told her that I would, but when I got to work I couldn’t find any mug.

I texted her, telling her this, and she asked me if I was sure.

There should be a yellow piece of paper sticking out of it, she said.

I checked again and found the yellow piece of paper but it wasn’t sticking out of a mug, it was sticking out of a glass jar. There was no material that I could see, but then I realized that the yellow piece of paper was a sort of envelope which I opened as stealthily as I could to find a very small amount of orange dust contained within.

I was disappointed. All last night and up until this point I had been preparing myself to take one small hit as compensation for my aide. I mean, I knew that it might not be the smartest decision. I had never smoked at this job nor had I smoked at all for quite some time. My tolerance would be low, and the possibility of my boss coming in and the whole place smelling like pot was unnerving, but I didn’t even know what this orange dust was.

Had they found it, I would have been fired, said Elektra after I messaged her telling her that I had found the ‘mug’ and moved it.

I told her that if I hadn’t noticed it they probably wouldn’t have either.

She didn’t respond, but near the end of my shift she came into the shop and went to the bathroom. Linda came into the shop while she was in there.

Is Elektra working tonight, she asked. I thought it was Orlando.

Elektra’s not working tonight, I said. She was just in the area and wanted to use the bathroom.

Linda left before Elektra exited the bathroom.

Linda was just in here, I told her.

Has she been downstairs this whole time, Elektra asked.

I told her that I didn’t think so, and I hoped that she hadn’t because I would have been embarrassed had she witnessed my whole Zippo fiasco.