As soon as she stepped into the room, she realized that this was going to be one of those days.
Mister Numbers was scribbling an elaborate polynomial equation that he evidently believed would get them to their destination more efficiently. The professor, who was more of a traditional homotopy theorist, looked on amused. Neither acknowledged her presence. She did not expect them to. Once he was involved in his quest for the more elegant solution, a quarter or even half the day would go before he even noticed her presence. The professor’s presence would only exacerbate that.
Some would be aghast at his indifference, especially considering that this joint would not run without her. But not she. Their relationship had a unique texture, one that she was comfortable with. She knew without a doubt that he was destined for greatness. She also knew without a doubt that it was her handling the nitty-gritties that would make that possible. His math may be solid, but he was frothy as air when it came to the everyday stuff. Every super hero needed a sidekick. She was his.
Yesterday’s file in hand, she stepped out and closed the door quietly. He needed the grant and she would make sure that he got it.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tale Weaver – I’m the sidekick, where we are supposed to write the sidekick’s POV. Started using Fandango’s Story Starter #7: As soon as she stepped into the room she realized that… Additionally using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (amuse, exacerbate), Word of the Day Challenge (destination), Ragtag Daily Prompt (aghast, frothy as air), The Daily Spur (quarter, joint), Your Daily Word Prompt (involve) and My Vivid Blog (texture)