Morning Monday shift
and Gregg walks in with his small backpack.
He was here last week
until he left for Bekka Valley to go out and
help at the refugee settlements there.
He works with an organisation and is quite active
but I don't know much about him.
'Hey welcome back!
No induction needed then, huh? :)'
'Nah'
'Your bed is upstairs in the mixed dorm :)'
He jumps the stairs and leaves his stuff.
I hadn't realised how tall he is.
I notice he has spots on his face
and I wish I had been as confident as he is
when I had spots on my face.
He's quiet
but not in a passive way;
rather in a more
observant way.
It makes it hard to start a conversation
because I feel that dropping something light
might be completely out of context
to the vibe he's observing.
It makes it hard to start a conversation
because it's lowering
the level of awareness.
And I'm sure he's that great.
Cz if he wasn't we would have been able to hold a conversation.
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