Conversation essay

On the first day when reporting to work for a new job at a printing company, I saw her. Sitting in a corner of a large room full of paper stacks, printers and all of printing stuff, she looked quiet, calm, and a little lonely from my first look. "Yes, I' m feeling a bit of loneliness here. Perhaps, I'm the only one female here among other males in this job type." Later she said. "…

…like Europe; besides, people there live and behave to each other with more intimacy and warm feelings than it is here." Quietly I sighed. In my mind, I hope she would obtain what she had in her mind. And right at the time I'm writing down these words, I still visualize her faintly humming a song from Nina Simone, her favorite jazz vocalist. Her voice faded out along with an image of a lonely Taylor!