Another writer, Aeternamente, named Fitz's boyfriend Jordan and it kind of stuck with me.
"Lizzie B!" Fitz's voice rang through Lizzie's new office. "A bunch of people from my department are going out for drinks and dinner at a cool place a few blocks from here. You should come with us and meet some new people. Plus, Jordan will be meeting us. He got really excited when he heard you were coming back into town."
"I was planning on exploring my new home, but I suppose that can wait. It would be nice to make some new friends. And see Jordan again," she added with a smile. "Just give me a minute to round up my things."
"Speaking of my new home, have I told you about the incredible place I'm house sitting? It's kind of unbelievable."
Fitz's eyes twinkled with amusement as he replied. "No, but I want to hear all about it. Don't leave anything out."
She grabbed her jacket and purse and they made their way down to the street. As they walked, she filled him in on the things she had learned about the house. "The place is huge and gorgeous. The decor is beautiful, but not in an in-your-face sort of way. You can just tell everything is well-made and looks perfectly at ease in the space it occupies. Apparently, there's a rooftop patio with jacuzzi, a small theater in the basement, and don't get me started on the amazing kitchen. I felt like I was on a cooking show as I was making breakfast this morning. They even have a housekeeper and offered to let me use their personal chef if I wanted to have people over."
Fitz laughed. "You should definitely take them up on that offer. Jordan and I would love to be your dinner guests."
"I bet you would," Lizzie chuckled. "I just hope there's a well-stocked library. A house that size must have one somewhere."
"Be careful Lizzie B, if you get too attached to your new place, you might never want to leave," Fitz joked as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
"I'll let you know if I'm in danger of that after I find the library," she responded with mock seriousness. "I do think it might be fun to stay in San Francisco after I graduate though. Especially with such good friends already living in the area."
"What did you think of Pemberley Digital? How did your first day go?"
Lizzie's face lit up as she described her day in detail. "Honestly I can't believe this place exists. Everyone seems so happy to be doing work they clearly love and to be at a company with such a great support system." Lizzie flushed as she added, "My viewers are going to be besides themselves when they find out who runs Pemberley."
"Lizzie B, I think you're seriously underestimating your viewers if you think most of them haven't already googled the company and spread the word about Darcy. They sure are..." Fitz paused as he searched for the perfect word. "Dedicated."
They both laughed.
"That's one word for it. They do seem to be pretty fixated on Darcy don't they?" Hesitantly she added, "I will admit I was a little bit taken aback when I kept hearing people praise Darcy today. It almost seemed like an act at first, but I kind of doubt that many people would worry about impressing a random intern..." Her voice trailed off. "In some ways, I do think I may have misjudged his character."
"Well, I'll be the first to say that he doesn't always make a good first impression."
"That's an understatement," Lizzie interjected.
"But," Fitz responded, "Deep down, he really is the best friend anyone could ask for. He might be too shy to tell you himself, but I know that he took your objections in October to heart and has been working on bettering himself ever since."
Her eyes darted away in embarrassment.
"Promise me if you two cross paths during your stay, you'll give him a chance to redeem himself?"
Her eyes swung back to him, the shock evident on her face.
"Not like that!" He sheepishly clarified, "I meant a second chance to be your friend."
She slowly nodded in assent and then they were interrupted by Fitz's phone.
"Hey Jordan! Yeah we're almost there. Just across the street. See you in a second." He turned to Lizzie, "You're going to love this place. The margaritas are to die for."
