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She looked bewildered, shivering. “Mr. Audra? What...” She seemed to regain her composure, sitting up a little more. “You shouldn’t see me like...
She looked up before going over to the door, a blanket wrapped around her and a mug of tea clasped in her hands as she shivered. *** He laughed...
She hung up with a click. (Zoop!) Beck was in her apartment, hugging a mug of tea and shivering. * * * "When the moon comes out."
"Hm. I'll send you an email with your briefing. See you tomorrow." * * * "Do you want to see the cage?"
He would be able to hear the smile in her voice. "Levy is for when I kiss you," she told him. "Mr. Audra is for everything else." * * * "It's...
The next day, Beck called his cell phone. "Mr. Audra, I'm sorry, but I'm..." She coughed several times, covering the phone speaker. "I'm a little...
(Zoop?) * * * "It's not bad. It's just... unusual."
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, getting into the car. She winded down the window and glanced at him. "And Levy... I like you a lot too." * *...
Her hard face softened and she considered him before her hand rested on his jaw and she kissed his cheek, her lips soft. * * * "With preparing?...
She frowned, watching him. “What do you mean?” *** He gestured outside. “The full moon.”
She leaned against the car, looking up at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” *** He grimaced. “Preparing.”
She looked up at him when she got to her door. “Thanks for walking me.” *** He pulled out a bowl and a pan, beginning to combine ingredients.
Her car was down in the garage and they walked across the concrete, her heels making clicks against the floor. * * * He walked over to the...
She slipped her bag over her shoulder, letting go of his hand as she stood up. "Sure," she said, turning off the lamp. * * * He followed her,...
She paused before tucking her hair behind her hair and taking his hand, standing up. "Okay. Thank you." * * * "Let me just... Let me do it."
She looked at the hand in surprise before looking back up at him. "Are you leaving?" * * * 'Barely."
She looked up at him, a small smile lingering on her lips. “I’m your assistant. I don’t leave until you do.“ *** “Thanks, but I don’t trust...
After work that day, both of them were the last people in the office. Beck sat at her desk, the lamp illuminating her work as she wrote something...
She nodded, turning on her heel and returning to her desk. *** “Good choice.”
She frowned, looking not pleased. “No. Anything else?” *** “I have eggs. Or oatmeal, although I once had a friend who refused to eat anything...
