(A/N)- Thank you SylverStrike, for reviewing. :)
Chapter 2 - We Meet Again
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Roz asked slowly as Sandra stood, elbows on Roz's counter, leaning over to see what the secretary was filling out.
"I've got a late class today," Sandra explained briefly, running her claws through her fronds.
"Why's that?"
"They're having a tour of the Scarefloor." she said, peering over her shoulder and glancing about the area.
Roz chuckled, "I'm surprised you're not there with them," she said.
"Why?" she asked, indifferently, though she knew what Roz meant.
"I thought you'd want to see Boggs again."
"Pfft!" Sandra snorted, "Yeah right - everyone knows that Scarers are competitive and full of themselves," she said matter-of-factly, "I don't like monsters that are like that."
"Then why are you looking around for him?" she asked with a smirk.
"I'm not looking around for him," she said, "I'm looking out for him."
"What's the difference?"
"When I see him coming, I'll run," she said simply, folding her arms and leaning over as she tried to get a closer look at what Roz was filling out.
Roz groaned angrily, "Get outta here before I call security," she said, holding back a smile.
"Oo, I'm frightened, slugmug," she teased, and Roz reached to pull the window closed onto Sandra's arms, and she scampered off.
She'd only turned the corner when she wound up slamming right into someone, hard, causing her scales to turn a light shade of purple. She grimaced, blending back to her normal color as she looked up at Randall.
"You should watch where you're going!" he snapped, before he'd realized it was her, "Oh ..." he said, "Sorry about that. Haven't had my coffee," he excused with a nervous smile.
"Shouldn't you be on the Scarefloor?" she asked, raising a brow.
"I went on break," he dismissed.
"Uh huh," she said, nodding, "Are you so high up that you can do that in the middle of a shift?" she asked.
He looked confused, and laughed shortly, "Well, yeah," he said, "I am the top Scarer. Didn't you know that?"
She shook her head, "Nope, sorry, don't keep up with that sort of thing ..." she admitted, and smirked, folding her arms, "What- were you trying to impress me or something?"
He shrugged, smiling coyly, "I was just stating a fact," he said.
She laughed lightly, "Ya know, you're not so bad for one so ..."
"High up?" he asked, using her own words.
She laughed, blushing, "Yeeah ..." she admitted, and sighed, "well, I gotta go."
"Where you headed?" he asked.
"Work," she replied shortly, and added with a smile, "somewhere you should be." and she disappeared around the corner.
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The day was over for her. Sandra sat at her desk, filling out the rest of her paperwork, when Randall suddenly appeared in front of her, making her jump.
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
She sighed, and took her time before answering, eyes darting about her paper as she continued to fill it out, "I hardly know you."
"You've met me three times already."
"I still hardly know you," she said, cutting a look at him before flipping the page and continuing to fill out her evaluation of Ken.
"Isn't that the point of a date?" he asked hopefully, "To get to know one another?"
"Yes, but ..." she paused as she she held her pen just off of the paper, and groaned in frustration, "that doesn't change the fact that I have paperwork to do."
"Want me to help?" he asked, coming around to the other side of the desk.
She looked crossly at him, "You're only going to help so that I can go out to dinner with you."
"If you want to," he said, shrugging, "but if not, then I'll just help."
She raised a brow at him, and shook her head, handing him half of her pile, "You don't know them, so just write anything - but not too much good things; I don't want them to be picked out to be Scarers yet 'cause all of them are nowhere near ready for that yet ..."
"Really?" he asked, taking one of the seats left by the trainees, and reaching over for a pen, "You think they would be, with a teacher like you."
She blushed and replied, annoyed, "Don't flatter me like that - it sounds so fake," she ran her claws through her fronds, folding a leg over her knee, "I don't have any experience as a Scarer, remember? That's why." she said, "Though Sheri hasn't had any experience either ... we're like therapists," she explained, glancing at him, "We haven't much experience but we can relate, sorta put ourselves in other monster's shoes ..."
"But most monsters don't wear shoes," he reminded with a grin.
She laughed shortly, "You know what I mean."
They spent awhile in silence as they finished up the paperwork, with Randall occasionally asking what to put down as their rating - Sandra never gave them high enough ratings to pass her classes, because none were good enough for that, but she'd tell him when to give the lowest - on the ones she felt either needed a serious amount of work, or for them to reconsider another job in the company or elsewhere.
Once they'd finished, Randall asked her again, "So will you go out with me?"
She sighed, tapping the papers on the desk to straighten them all out, "You're a nice guy, but ..." she shrugged, "I-I can't."
"Why not?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
She shook her head, and shrugged her head, "I dunno. Some other time, maybe," she said, "I know, you're top Scarer and probably used to getting your way, but ..."
"I don't always get my way," he retorted, folding both sets of arms.
"Well, now you're not," she said, sticking out her tongue, "Some other time, maybe," she said, getting up, "I'm thankful that you helped me with my paperwork, anyway ..."
"Could you at least let me walk you out to your car?" he asked.
"Sure, whatever floats your boat," she said, walking out ahead of him, rolling her eyes. She smirked as he followed her, and she added, "But I didn't drive here - I walked. I'm one of the few people in this company who's set on saving scream, not spending it."
"I walked too," he said.
She stopped, facing him, "You did not," she said in disbelief.
"I did too," he said, grinning.
She laughed, and said sarcastically, "Wow, that must make us soul mates or something," she said, rolling her eyes, "Anyways, I don't live too far away ..." she said as they approached the front doors.
"Neither do I," Randall said with that annoying grin again.
She froze, staring at him as the automatic doors opened for them. She pointed off to the right, "In that direction?" she asked.
"No," he said, "To the left."
She blinked, "That was a trick question, you know," she said, heading out, "I pointed in that direction thinking you'd think I lived there and therefore you'd say yes, but I really live in the other direction," she said, shaking her head. She stopped, and pointed accusingly at his chest, "If you live right next door to me, no, if you live even on the same block as me," she said, "I'm moving out."
Randall chuckled, "Am I that unbearable?"
"Only when you smile," she admitted as they walked, "I feel as if you're mocking me."
"I'm not." he assured, trying hard not to smile.
She nodded, "But I can't help but think that you are."
(A/N)- I hope to get more reviewers or else I'll just post it elsewhere where SylverStrike can find it only and not the rest who just wanna read and not take time to review. xD Seriously though ... reviews fuel my willingness to continue, so if not here I'll just keep it elsewhere where it is appreciated. :P Just a simple 'I like it' will suffice - anything as long as it isn't mean. xD I understand it's not the best - I'm doing this for fun. ;)
