Chapter 2.
It was getting late now. The day had indeed remained quiet and the others all got the chance to go home early. Ianto still had cleaning up to do though, another late night. The packaging and boxes from the food were still littered across the meeting room, let alone the crumbs! Mugs of half drunken cups of coffee sat abandoned across the entire hub. But at least Jack was still here... somewhere...
Ianto walked past the cluttered desks of his "work colleagues" and up the cold metal steps up to the meeting room. It was a fairly large room and was one of the only rooms in the hub that didn't have such a derelict industrial theme, and was pretty modern in comparison with most places in the hub. The meeting room walls were made of transparent glass but it was still hard to peek in. Jack and Tosh had placed a variety of plants all over the room. To the rest of Torchwood they all looked the same, even when Ianto had to water them all did he notice any significant differences between each plant, but Jack and Tosh reassured them each plant was different and highly useful. Jack could talk for hours about each tiny detail of each individual plant. That was one thing that had surprised the team, and something that Owen had ridiculed Jack over many times since. But Jack always had some sharp-witted come back. Ianto would always find himself giggling in the corner.
He finally pushed the door open and went in. To his surprise Jack was sat around the giant transparent table, behind him the large TV screen that Tosh always used to show off her fancy looking graphs.
"Oh, sorry," Ianto stuttered, embarrassed at interrupting Jack, who was sat flicking through some more paperwork.
"What are you apologising for, you know how I always enjoy your company, Ianto," Jack said cheerfully, smiling up at Ianto.
"Shouldn't you be going home soon, Sir? It's quite late and..."
"Are you trying to get rid of me Ianto Jones?!" Jack chuckled, and started to return to his paperwork.
"No! I... Sir..."
"Relax Ianto!" Jack chuckled again, as he started making notes on his papers. "Hey, you know you're right. We should both go out for a little bit, whadaya think?" Jack pushed his pile of papers towards the middle of the table and sat back in his chair. One leg crossed over the other.
"What..." Ianto cleared his throat "What do you mean?"
"You, me and that nice new café. Or perhaps one of the quiet restaurants along the quay,"
Ianto picked up some of the bigger pieces of rubbish that had been left lying around, and went to turn around before thinking again and turning back to Jack. He lifted up the rubbish in his hands and replied "Definitely not that café." With that Ianto turned to leave and had his hand on the door handle as Jack came up behind him.
"Is that a "yes" then?" Ianto could tell that he was smirking and smiled to himself.
"Careful, that's harassment, Sir," And with that Ianto left the meeting room. Walking towards his little, pretend tourist office to bin the rubbish.
"I'll just pack up. You just stay the precious little Welsh flower that you are!" Jack called as he retreated back into room.