Girl of the boss

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s. "You don't want to do that, elves are good luck." - I put the injured elf back in place before she can completely destroy it. "That's right," she says, looking at her shoulder. "That's a huge stroke of luck." The moment I see the blood on her shirt, I feel guilty. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have laughed if I knew you were hurt." I help her up and take a look at the amount of blood in the wound. "You better bandage that up." She looks at her house and shakes her head. "Right now, I have no idea where to find one." I look at my house, knowing that I have plenty of bandages in my first aid kit. However, I hesitate to offer them to her, since I'm already late for work. I stare at the house, unable to make up my mind, until suddenly, all five of my senses are flooded. The soft scent of vanilla permeating the air around me... The sound of her accent when she speaks... The fact that being near her awakens something that has been dormant inside me for so long. Holy shit. I'm screwed. Work can wait. "Come with me. We have some in the kitchen." I take off my coat, wrap it around her shoulders, and help her cross the street. I'm sure she can walk on her own, but for some reason I don't want to let go of her arm. I like helping her. I like the way she's leaning against me. It feels... right. Once we're inside my house, she follows me through the living room as I go to the kitchen to get a bandage. I pull the first aid kit out of the cabinet and grab a Band-Aid. When I look back at her, I see that she's staring at the pictures on the wall. The pictures of my mom and dad. Please don't ask me about them. Please. I don't want to have this conversation right now. Quickly, I say something to distract her from the pictures. "We need to clean up before we put the bandage on." I roll up my sleeves, turn on the faucet, and wet the napkin. I realize that I'm taking it slow, even though I know I should be rushing. For some reason, all I want is to prolong this little time with her. I don't know why I feel like my desire to get to know her better has turne