remote cards

With the office moves I now have someone new sitting across the aisle from me. I’ve seen him around, passed his desk before, was even on a course with him. I noticed his quirks, though embarrassingly not while at the course where I was actually interacting with him. But now that he is there, his presence is a constant reminder. Sitting watching him biting his nails, listening to him use the phone, watching as he types on his laptop with one hand. Always with one hand, because he only has one arm. The other is plastic, a replica, which either sits on his knee in casual conversation, or hangs by his side, as he sits working, in a manner that he must be used to, but looks entirely too awkward to me. A replica which just screams plastic, its colouring a strange shade of really not skin at all, its texture distinctive, but still enough that you may not notice on first glance.