Connection ?

No. 29

I stopped halfway into my last entry, it was becoming harder for me to focus.
Back to what I was writing… 

That night I did the unthinkable. 
I moved my table to a different angle, and  waited a few minutes. 
I pretended to trip again on the leg of the table, knocking everything to the ground in the process. Including my own headset. 
And so I made the switch, putting mine into the box instead of H505H’S.

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I had three days to come and get mine back. Three days during which I couldn’t write anything. That’s why I stopped writing. 

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I couldn’t change the number displayed over my head, but I could hope that no one paid as much attention to me as I did to others. The worst had already been done, a bit of recklessness wouldn’t change anything. 

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 Three tries for a password before the headset was blocked. Five characters. 
Security would be alerted if I exceeded that number. 

I was scared of being caught and thrown out. But even more scared of being thrown out without learning anything about her. 

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How could I guess the password of someone I only had assumptions about?I tried to think of something… something meaningful… 
I couldn’t. We hadn’t spent enough time together.

I entered “H505H”. Wrong. 
That would have been too easy. It was a bold try. 

I decided I would give it a second try, and give up if it didn’t work. 
Something related to what we did everyday. Something with five letters. 
I couldn’t think. A synonym of escape, avoid, to imagine, to travel…
to defy? 
Somewhere nostalgic ? “EARTH” 
Incorrect. 

I went back to work. I had time. Not a lot but some time. 
Hmm. 
I tried to think of a solution. But I couldn’t waste my last try on these suppositions. 

Fear overcame my confidence, then vice-versa. At different intervals, I was ready to give up anything, and hated myself for being so reckless. I had my life and many hours of effort to waste over the possibility of satisfying my curiosity.

I chose to concentrate on the tasks in front of me. Until I couldn’t anymore. 

The second night I went back to the storage room. Everything remained as I had left  it. I opened the boxes. 
E707E, F808F, G202G… There it was F505F! 

No. I thought it was a terrible idea. 
Especially since I didn’t have time. Especially since I had a camera pointing at my back. Especially since that would be assuming she wanted me to read what she wrote in her notes…

“F505F”

I’m in.