A/N: Not really sure where this came from... but it happened so here it is.
Cal stared down into her eyes with a deep curiosity that even she could see. He bit his lower lip in deep concentration. As he slowly rocked back on his heels, he dug his hands farther into his pockets. "Trisha?" he whispered.
Her smile told him that he was incorrect. "Nope."
His head fell down out of exasperation and he raised it again. "Is it one of those names that could be a man or a woman?"
His British accent still surprised her. She enjoyed it. It wasn't something that made her desperately want him or anything. It was just a pleasant surprise whenever he talked. She pursed her lips, considering if she should provide that hint. "Yes." She nodded with a sweet smile.
"Stephanie?"
"Are you serious?" she asked, frowing at him.
His lips curled into a smile and he shook his head. "Naw, I'm joking. Alex?"
"Incorrect."
"Sam?"
"Sorry..."
"Taylor?"
She smiled and so he knew.
"Oh, my God, yes!"
He fell back a couple steps when her hand came into contact with his face.
She covered her mouth, which was obviously hanging open in surprise. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered with a look of dismay.
He held his reddening cheek and asked - furrowing his brow, "Why the bloody hell did you do that?"
"Because..." She bit her lip and sighed. "You used the Lord's name in vain. It's just... habit."
"I used the..."
"Lord's name in vain. You said 'Oh, my God' and I'm not okay with that," she supplied.
He squinted, watching the emotions on her face. "I'm sorry," he said with light regret.
"No... I - I shouldn't have slapped you." She crossed her arms across her stomach and looked at her feet.
Since she was no longer looking at him, Cal took the oppurtunity to look her body over. She was dressed modestly, but still made his mouth water. She had nicely fitting jeans that were rolled halfway up her calf and a nice, but flouncy blouse that showed absolutely nothing off. He wished she was wearing something else. "S'alright." He smiled and asked, "So I got the name right then?"
She looked up and nodded. "That'd be correct."
"Cool. So... I'll take you out to dinner and... not talk like that anymore?"
A light shade of red crept up on her cheeks and she nodded. "That'd be lovely. Here's my number."
He felt his pockets, but he failed in finding paper or a pen.
She dug in her person and grabbed a sharpie.
"Oh," he said as she grabbed his hand and scribbled numbers on it. She then wrote 'Taylor' under the numbers.
"There."
"Alright. I'll call you later."
"Ok."
Taylor smiled and walked away.
He leaned back and watched her walk away and then turned around, staring up at the large building that he worked in.
Lucky day, he thought.
A/N: So...?