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Maria had been at the radio station a week before she was pulled into the booth by Cecil, showed what buttons to push, given a piece of paper to read and instructions to talk until he came back.
It was probably one of the more exciting things she had been given to do.
“Hello everyone, I’m Intern Maria. I was pulled in here by Cecil to read…” Maria looked at the paper in her hand. “The corrections to the community calendar and then talk for a bit. For record, I’m pretty sure this is just so Cecil can make out with my brother for a few minutes in the lobby. Though if that’s true, I really hope he brought me coffee because he loves me.”
Maria re adjusted her headset before looking back at the paper.
“Um, it looks like the PTA meeting is actually on Thursday not Tuesday. Wednesday is not actually cancelled this week. The hallucinations are going to begin tomorrow at midnight, not noon. And that weekly emotions deliveries were actually yesterday so if you are feeling kind of weird and you don’t know why, now you do. That has been corrections.”
Looking over, she craned her neck to see if Cecil had showed up yet, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Well, Cecil isn’t back yet so it just you and me for a bit, Night Vale. I’d like to thank everyone for stop yelling ‘Interloper’ at me whenever I am out in public. Thanks to Maureen and Michelle for taking me out this weekend! The hangover I woke up with was horrid but luckily, Cecil has some weird tonic recipe from his college days that sorted me out. Michelle, I have to move our dinner date to Saturday cause Cecil is dragging Carlos and I bowling on Friday, but I can’t wait for it.”
“Oh, Chef Harlan, if you are listening- thanks so much for the muffins! I seriously had no idea gluten free anything could be so good. And I will totally watch Roger anytime, or you if you really want.” Maria added cheerfully, allowing a flirting tone at the end. Her phone buzzed a handful of seconds later.
“Oh this is hilarious. ‘Maria, stop flirting with my boyfriend’s best friend.’ I am actually an adult, thanks very much, Carlos. Oh, and until I can see proof of your boyfriend actually being 30, you are not allowed to call the age card. Besides, flirting never hurt anyone.”
Cecil walked into the producer’s booth then, a growing hickey on his neck and two Starbucks cups in his hands.
“Oh, there is Cecil. Thanks for the coffee, Carlito. Bye Night Vale, I’m off to finish paperwork. Your normal Voice will be back after a word from our sponsors.”