Falling With Style
Fandom: Eve
Rating: K
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Slight Nick/Katherine
Word count: 464
Summary: [Slight Nick/Katherine] It's all Phil's fault.
AN: Tiny Nick/Katherine drabble based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr, because why not?
DISCLAIMER. I own nothing.
"I tripped right in front of you and you tried really hard not to laugh and looked away but I saw it" - submitted by not-aph-england, Daily AU
It's all Phil's fault.
Well, no, it isn't entirely Phil's fault. It's Nick's fault for convincing her that coming to the Calimov Christmas party was a good idea, and it was also his fault for walking past the bar at just the right time, prompting Phil to throw an arm around his boss' shoulders, and gesture with her glass of wine.
"On a scale of one to ten -" She said, pausing to take another long gulp of her drink, the drink Katherine should have confiscated from her half an hour ago. "- how attractive would you say Nick is?"
Katherine had rolled her eyes at the time, muttering something along the lines of, "He's a two, at best," causing Phil to splutter with laughter, but the question had settled in her head, and refused to move ever since.
And now, two months later, she's still thinking about it. She's come to the conclusion that Nick isn't really a two at best, even when he's being insufferable; he's at least a six most of the time, maybe five on the odd occasions when she catches him outside of work, wearing one of those God-awful jumpers. Some days, when they make a break through, and he beams in satisfaction at their achievements, he's an eight.
And Katherine shouldn't be preoccupied with this, she really shouldn't. She especially shouldn't be tiptoeing along the corridor, inconspicuously watching Nick by the water fountain, trying to decide whether or not the light filtering in from the one glass window makes him look like an eight, not when she's supposed to be meeting with the board members to discuss the company's finances.
So, maybe, from that conclusion, it is Phil's fault, after all.
And, of course, by that logic, it's Phil's fault when she forgets to pay attention to wherever her feet are going, and ends up tripping over her own two feet, sending her tumbling to the ground and her papers scattering across the floor. She's up on her feet again in a moment, but it's too late to cover it up: Nick has his head tilted away from her, but she can see the smile that he's trying hard to hide behind his cup of water.
"It's not funny!" She snaps, shuffling the mess of papers that she'd hurriedly gathered.
"I'm not -" Nick says, but he doesn't sound convincing.
"Shut up, Nick," she scowls, stalking past him with what little dignity she has left.
She was right. Nick is a two at best when he's being insufferable.
