[center][b]Maximiliano[/b][/center]

Tally was going to recommend some great meditation tips when she suddenly was interrupted by another co-worker. It was Sadie, a peppy young lady who Max didn't know much about, but sometimes she seemed to be a bit nervous. She started going on about flowers, but then looked like she was backing out of the conversation suddenly. He was sure the meditation talk with Tally wasn't going to come back up again, but it was alright, Max was too embarrassed to try something like crossing his legs and clasping his hands and chanting – he just wasn't that kind of guy. 

Max smiled and agreed with Tally. “It's very true, flowers are natures most wonderful blessings. Which flowers are your favorite, Miss Sadie?”

[center][b]Jeffrey[/b][/center]

What. The. [i]Freaking hell?[/i] Jeffrey wasn't sure how to respond, especially since he'd never been hit on by a guy before, because you know, he never hung out with the likes of gay guys. With a deep inhale he looked around cautiously hoping no one would see them, because you know he totally [i]didn't[/i] swing that way. Of course maybe if Milo was a girl he'd consider, and he'd like to think Milo would look something like Lulu as a woman, and of course Asian women were pretty hot. 

Much to his demise, one of the young and good looking co-workers, Sadie, was coming through the aisles and looked their direction. She seemed to catch on to that “How's your butthole hanging” remark and Jeffrey just wanted to DIE. He clenched his teeth and turned around to face his admirer.

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else, like, I don't know, someone who [i]actually[/i] swings that way. Because I don't. I [i]don't[/i] swing that way.”

He tried to sound as loud as possible, but it looked like nobody was really around anymore. Great. 

[center][b]Owen[/b][/center]

Owen was surprised to find his magazine stolen right from his own hands, right when he was learning about internet subculture. It was answering his questions about what his son meant when he wouldn't stop saying “you mad bro?” a couple months ago, that was for sure. Owen's mouth hung open when he saw Lulu, who was much younger than him and hardly really associated with him. “Is there...something you want?” He began mumbling, but she had already turned around and threw his magazine in the trash. Uh, did he offend her in some kind of way? Owen was confused, but tried listening to her explanation about retro and mainstream “shit”, but he still didn't get it. Getting in touch with the hip and cool things might have been a lot harder than he thought. 

“Did you....piss on yourself? That's so....nonconformist.”

Owen immediately got up from the couch and tensed up. 

“I...I um...I didn't...” 

He didn't want to stop and think about what nonconformist meant, but at the current moment in time he just felt really attacked and her tone didn't sound too welcoming. 

"That wasn't...too nice of you...!"

Owen got a bit too emotional and teared up, turning around and running out of the lounge. He couldn't believe he just got bullied by someone young like that. It wasn't his fault he wasn't cool, but he at least tried to be.

On the way down the halls, he slowed down after noticing Johnathan and Azeti talking about something serious. And Johnathan was sure looking angry, even poking the guys chest and calling him a pansy. He wanted to go around them, but they were in the middle of the hallway. Besides he didn't want them to notice his tears. He turned around and looked at a framed painting on the wall, pretending he wasn’t there.