Follow the Music
Chapter 3- Lucky Strike
She's sitting across from him, her small, pianist fingers drumming on the top of his wooden desk in irritation, the faux scowl on her features only adding more things from him to try and ignore while he types.
Her irritated drumming and the occasional kick from her small feet to the front panels of the large desk are the only sounds he hears, encouraging him to type faster or face the consequences.
Oh, he really shouldn't have procrastinated on this paper when he'd promised to take her out-
Electric blue eyes flickered to the clock in the corner of his screen.
Four hours ago….
Their reservation was probably gone and used up by now.
"Rin, dear," He spoke cautiously, trying to make sure his voice didn't waver too much.
"Oh, I know- you're still going to finish your work and take me out to dinner- so don't you dare try to weasel your way out of it this time, mister."
"Well, jeez, sorry for being so god-damn busy…." He mumbled tiredly under his breath, hands coming up from the black keyboard to rub at his sunken, exhausted face.
"Oh I am so sorry, sir, I thought this was going to be an us night- not a 'poor me' one." She snapped, blue eyes glowering and her petite hands slamming onto the top of the desk.
"Ri-"
"Poor poor Lenny, can't ever catch a break can he?" Her face contorted into a sad, accusing pout and scowl. "It's so fucking hard and complicated to type up a single paragraph of complete bullshit isn't it?" Each consonant raced off her tongue and sunk into him like fangs of sheer venom.
"Listen, I did not say any of-"
"Well you know what? If you're going to make this all about you, then I'm just going to leave you on your own and have dinner by my fucking self. So, goodnight."
As she's turning to pick up her cream colored shawl and small handbag, he finds himself standing and approaching her, reaching out for her thin wrist before she can reach the door and pulling her towards his chest before hugging her tightly.
He can see the hurt in her face as she glances up at him through her slightly disheveled bangs and long, blonde lashes.
-Unfinished-
A/N: So yeah...I have absolutely no idea where this really came from but whatever...~ I've typed this whole thing, like, three times since the stupid site wasn't working and cutting out on me ._.
Anyway, I'll probably turn this into a one shot at some point since Lucky Strike is that type of song, but I don't really feel like finishing it oTL
Let me know whatcha guys think and thank you for reading~! ^^
