Night Shift Romance
It was a typical, night shift Sunday. The huge factory, normally bustling with noise and activity, lay quiet and dark. I was in my office/quality lab, dipping parts in chemicals and singing along with the cranked up stereo. “I didn’t know you could sing,” someone exclaimed behind me. I spun around, startled by the sudden and unexpected voice. Recognizing Olivia, a cute little brunette supervisor, I relaxed and leaned against the counter laughing at myself. “You scared the fuck out of me Liv,” I...