She slipped her hand into his hesitantly, her fingers intertwining with his. "Yeah, and they're not long meetings anyway," she said, relaxing. "It'll all be fine."
They entered the main lobby and Poppy turned them towards the meeting room, her face thoughtful. "And to think," she said casually. "Two weeks ago, I didn't have any idea who you were."
"Two weeks ago I thought you were some science nerd," he said sarcastically, letting go of her hand to open a door.
She nudged him playfully. "I am a science nerd," she pointed out. "Your original hypothesis was correct."
"Yeah, but not as bad as I originally thought. I imagined you'd be overbearing, but I was wrong about that part."
"Hm," she murmured. "I can be a little overbearing, but no matter." They pushed open the door to the meeting room, where it was once again full of agents. "Mr. Craw and Ms. Abernathy," said Owen from the head of the table. He glanced down at them with his cold stare and gestured to the chairs. "Good to see you again. Please, sit."
Owen folded his hands neatly on the table and looked up at them. "Your next place is fairly close," he said. "We're about a half hour out. You will be meeting with a Mr. Jeremiah in Eaven."
(lol. Deja vu) Owen frowned and drummed his fingers on the table. "Unfortunately, we don't have much information going into this one," he said. "That's all we know for now."
(Francis probably has a set script for meetings that he memorized. Lol) "Hm. Alright. I'm sure it will work out as we hope." He leaned back, folding his hands.
(Especially with these meetings. ) "It will all work out," Poppy said softly, just loud enough for Francis to hear her. Owen cleared his throat as a young man came by and whispered in his ear. After listening for a moment, he nodded and addressed Poppy and Francis. "That is all we have for you," he said curtly. "Thank you for your time."
Poppy stood up next to Francis, and Owen waved them out of the room. "I really am going to write that letter," Poppy muttered as they stepped through the doorway.
"It's not worth the time. We should just be glad it was a short meeting," he said, his footsteps loud on the floor.
She walked next to him lightly, her fingers drumming on her hips. "Maybe, but I find it much easier to complain," she said sweetly, glancing over at him. "So I'm just going to do that instead."
"You'd rather complain than do nothing? Hm." He looked down at her, an eyebrow raised. "I like that."
She grinned up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corner. "Aha! I figured out the basis of your affections! My complaining!"
"Don't start complaining to me, otherwise I'd have to figure out a way to quiet you," he said, mockingly threatening.
