Maja writes… Мајо, кога бираш?

New desk — better view, less perfume. Alex is kind and makes me laugh a lot. He explains things without metaphors. Julian keeps walking past like a shark that forgot why it’s circling. He mentioned he’s writing a memoir. About what, I’m not sure. Probably himself.

Julian? Alex? I wonder who my third Састанак на слепо will be?

Julian writes… it’s a lorra, lorra laughs. Not.

A change of atmosphere. Maja now sits at Alex’s desk “for training purposes,” though I detect a whiff of Eleanor’s interference. She avoids my gaze but that, I think, is a symptom of denial. These things happen when passion is inconvenient. I’ve begun drafting “Love and Other Marginal Notes: A Memoir from the Publishing Floor.” Working title. I spent the afternoon revising our intern induction materials, inserting a new paragraph on “Cross-Cultural Communication in a Creative Environment.” Eleanor deleted it. Petty. I’m listening to Cilla Black on the office radiogram for some reason. It occurs to me that she was very underrated as a chanteuse. Alex keeps on switching her off though which is very inconsiderate of him.

Maja writes… it’s turning into a Srodne duše moment but not in a good way.

Finally some peace. I asked Eleanor if I could work with Alex next week as he seems a calm kind of guy. Julian said something about “mentorship diversity.” He is strange, but not unkind. He just lives in his own movie. When I left, he waved too long. I pretended not to see. I remembered the old TV show, Srodne duše, which the Brits adapted into something called Blind Date. Ours was a match better version, with Ana Mihajlovski being a super hostess with the mostess. She is my heroine. Cilla Black? Who she? Alex, on the other hand is a different proposition… I think I need to find out more.