He looked down at it with a sigh, taking a sip before looking back at her and opening the door. "You can come in." *** She laughed slightly, pulling away and sitting on the counter to the side of him. "No."
She entered after a few seconds, holding a clipboard and a black pen stuck behind her ear. "Your schedule is fairly simply today... you have that meeting at 8:45 with the Winklin Brothers. Be careful, they're twins and they get very irritable if they're confused with each other. Kevin Winklin has a freckle on his upper lip." * * * "Then what, exactly, should I call you?"
He was watching her with interest, his hand rubbing his chin in thought. *** "Veronica. I thought you would know my name by now."
"Also, I've gotten a new haircut scheduled for you today; the anonymous poll I sent around came back with mediocre results," she said, marking something on her checklist. "The car will be around at 11:00. Those are all your external appointments. Anything else I can help with?" * * * "Oh, that's right. Veruca."
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her. "Yes," he said with the hint of a smile. "I just wanted to say that you look quite lovely today. The lipstick fits you quite well." He stood smoothly, approaching her. His face tilted close to hers, his blue eyes sharp and vivid. "Is it flavored?" *** "No, no. Ve-ron-i-ca."
She squinted at him, her eyes meeting his as she considered him. She reached up, placing a finger on the underside of his jaw gently. "Fix your haircut," she said softly, her touch gentle but playful, "and then maybe I'll tell you." She dropped her hand and turned, leaving the office. "I'll talk to you later, Mr. Audra." * * * "Va-gi-na."
He watched her go before looking in the mirror at his hair with a frown. *** She laughed aloud. "Hey, I didn't go that far."
She sat back in her chair, taking the pencil out from behind her ear and placing it between her teeth thoughtfully as she went about her work. * * * "Are you telling me that's not your name?"
After about ten minutes, he came out. "Hey, Beck? Are you.. good with hair?" *** "That's exactly what I'm saying, yes."
She looked up at him, tapping the tip against her lips. “I’m good at everything. What do you need?” *** “...are you sure?”
She seemed surprised. “Right now?” *** “Hm. Fine, Urethra. Whatever you say. Go ahead and boil some water.”
“It’s not,” she replied simply. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. I can do it after work, though.” *** He finished cutting up the noodles, looking pleased.
She nodded before returning to her work, waving a hand at him. “Go to your meeting.” *** Bubbles started to occur and he plopped the noddles into the water.
(Zoop!) After work, Beck was finishing up some things at her desk, but looked as if she were getting ready to go. *** He took them out after about a minute. “How’s the sauce going?”
Levy hesitated, coming out of his office with his things. *** "Ready to go," she told him, taking the pot.
She looked over at him, tying her trench coat belt around her waist. “Hey. Ready to go?” *** He took out the plate, spooning some of the pasta on them.
