Before it turns blurry and faint.

Made my maiden trip to IKEA since I left. Still couldn't quite understand how I would quit such a flexible and decent paying job. Must have been a tad too impulsive back then. My access card still works, surprise surprise, and I sneaked into the office. Made my way to the lockers area, and had an invasion of memories. I remember the minutiae of how I would place a muffin in my locker, then had her retrieve it. Fond memories they were.

The muffins she adore that I still find unpleasant.



My original locker, #151, two spaces above her's.



Her locker, which I used after her departure. Couldn't stand another person occupying it, despite being only a 60 cm X 60 cm X 60 cm cube of space. That space belonged to her.






I would get a muffin from the staff canteen, wrap it up nicely and secure it inside my locker. Then, on a piece of paper I would write down my locker combination, together with some witty note, and slip it into her's. She would find the muffin after work, and have something to munch on.










I miss IKEA. I miss the co-workers. And I miss one particular girl who loves the cardamon muffins there and fell in love with TORVA Carrot.



I might have fallen for her.