"Our taxi driver is going to get us fired," she said amusedly, leaning back in her seat. "And it will be for one little kiss. Was it worth it?"
He crossed folded his hands, looking back out the window. "Sure. But at least we aren't drunk people who throw up in the back of peoples cars, right?"
"At least there's that," she said agreeably, grinning over at him. "Although, I think your standards might be a little low. Can't we just be the good customers?"
"Are you saying you don't want to kiss me because we're in the back of a cab on our way to a meeting?" He raised an eyebrow at her, his foot tapping.
"I always want to kiss you," she said smoothly, adjusting her seatbelt on her shoulder. "I like you quite a bit, in case you didn't know."
"Oh, I know. The feelings are mutual." He gazed out the window. "I would say that you should kiss me now, but that would be unprofessional."
"Terribly unprofessional," she agreed before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "I mean, what kind of person would do something like that?" (they're so heckin' cute dear lord)
He turned at the last second, kissing her on the lips. "A terrible one, as you can see," he said easily.
She started, evidently surprised, but she quickly recovered and pursed her lips, although her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Shame on you," she chided, raising an eyebrow.
She frowned at him, her silence confirming his accusation. "It's not professional," she said eventually, her voice a little quieter.
"Hmph. Fine then. I can wait till after the meeting." He looked back out the window as they drove along, the top of the capital was visible in the near distance, and it only got closer.
"I appreciate your patience," she said sweetly, taking his hand as she squinted to look out his window. "Is that where we're going?"
"I think so. It looks like the type of place we would be going," he said, distracted by the building. He enclosed her hand with both of his subconsciously.
Her hand was warm and small in his hands, and she squeezed lightly, leaning over to get a better view of the approaching building. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she tucked it behind her ear with a slight frown. "If that's it, then I guess we're pretty close," she said. "You ready?"
(I always imagining capitals looking like the capital of California cause that's where I live and I'm biased. ) "Yeah. It'll fine, I'm sure." He nodded as they pulled up to the building. Once the car stopped, he opened the door and stepped out, looking up at the building curiously. Spoiler: Capital of California This is a flattering picture of it.
(Ha! I do the same but with WA.) She got out on her side and joined him in looking up at the building, a little intimidated. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and turned her head slightly to look at him. "Okay. Let's go."
He started walking, and upon arrival, the door opened. A short man stood there, already expecting them. "Mrs. Irvine will be with you in a moment," he said quickly, eyeing the overseers behind them.
He subtlety brushed her back his hand, following her in. It was a large room bathed in warm, yellow light with a front desk, where the man took a seat, going back to typing away. There were long chairs at the side of the room, but nobody else was sitting.
