“Of course, Mr. Audra,” she replied primly, clicking her pen. “Anything else I can do for you?” *** He sat up. “Are you hungry?”
He smirked slightly, leaning forward. "Another kiss?" *** She ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah. What do you have?"
She frowned, looking not pleased. “No. Anything else?” *** “I have eggs. Or oatmeal, although I once had a friend who refused to eat anything but oatmeal for breakfast, so I’m a little sick of it.
He watched her go, taking a sip of his coffee and getting to work. *** She nodded, slipping out of bed an stretching, her delicate frame small under her pajamas.
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 down. *** He looked away quickly, stopping himself from staring. After a second he also stood up, rolling his shoulders. “How do you like your eggs?“
Levy came out of his office, approaching her desk. "Finishing up?" *** She looked back at him, her expression warm. "Scrambled. I can help you make them."
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 someone who doesn’t know how to make pasta by themselves. I can do it.”
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 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, his hand on his hip
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 fridge, opening the door.
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.
