To say the image of a librarian is what came to mind when one looked at Charlotte might be understated, her bun wrapped so tightly on her head and glasses chosen not to flatter. She was well compensated at work as she excelled at it. Occasionally, she peaked over those glasses to see what John was up to. Usually, it involved the blond at the other end of the room.
She went home at night to discard her daily garb revealing something stunning despite her own thoughts on the matter. She expected, always, to come home at the end of the work day in this way, alone. Sometimes she thought of John, but it was a ridiculous fantasy.
Charlotte was given a substantial bonus quarterly. She pondered what to do with it. She had been to a circus recently and swooned at the acrobatic talents and bright lights of the trapeze show. In an act of benediction and self awareness, she used the money to build a trapeze studio in her garage.
There were bruises, but it soon became clear to Charlotte that hanging from the ceiling, twirling in her own trance was a release she had not felt before. She thought perhaps she was even good at it. Curiosity and a desire to be seen got the best of her after a while. She bought some lighting and video equipment. It started with postings on the internet with her in costume and mask to hide her identity.
Responses came in droves once word of mouth caught on. Charlotte pushed herself to perfection in her private circus. Offers soon came and finally, she found herself on a stage high above the crowd in feathers and mask. If one has never felt what she was feeling at that moment, it is a shame.
In the finale of her grand opening performance, she dangled over the audience from one leg, arms spread to embrace them. She found herself face to face with John from the office. Removing her mask to look him in the eye, she suddenly found him attainable and small.