"I remember you."
Santana couldn't tear her eyes away from the piece of paper holding those words. The exact words she had been dying to see, written out in black and white.
'She remembers me,' she thought as a huge grin spread across her face.
When she looked back up to the winded woman, she found a smile that mirrored as hers, making her hope that the blonde was just as excited as the Latina to have found each other again.
Suddenly snapping out of her blissful daze, the brunette wiped off her half written apology on the dry erase board and wrote out a replacement message before flipping it to where the blonde could read it, "Thank goodness. I was beginning to think that I had just made a complete fool out of myself, which is something I don't handle too well. My name is Santana, by the way."
The woman opposite her gave a quick, excited nod before holding up a finger, asking for Santana to give her a second. Without waiting for a response, the girl dashed over to her desk and pulled out a dry erase board of her own. She began jotting something down as she made her way back over to the window, showing it to the brunette once she was finished.
"Sorry, that piece of paper was all I had within reach when I finally snapped out of it and realized that I should probably answer your question. I like using this white board a lot better, though. Now, I can save a few trees. Haha! Oh, and I'm Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce. You know, kind of like Britney Spears but not since I'm way more talented. Clearly. "
The blonde somehow managed to hold a completely serious face before cracking into a smile to show she was just kidding. The girl's antics instantly threw Santana into a fit of giggles, which resulted in a few strange looks from her coworkers. Not that the Latina noticed. She was much too wrapped up in getting to know her new acquaintance to acknowledge anyone else.
Deciding to humor the other girl, Santana quickly wrote out, "I'm sure you are."
"Oh, I most definitely am. Promise," Brittany sent back with a small wink, effectively causing the brunette to go a bit weak at the knees while her stomach dropped.
'I swear this girl should come with a freaking warning label. It hasn't even been a full day yet, and she's making me feel as if I'm either going into heart failure or riding inside an elevator. Let's just hope she doesn't have any lasting side effects or else I'm going to be in some serious trouble.' She then decided that it would probably be in her best interest to have a paramedic on standby just in case she ever found herself in the blonde's presence. Despite the health risks, however, the Latina hoped that there would eventually come a day when she would have an opportunity to officially meet the girl who had swept her off her feet.
The two women spoke for a little while longer before Santana regretfully announced that she had to get back to work.
Though she genuinely tried to focus on the task at hand, the brunette's mind was constantly on the blonde. Every five to ten minutes, she would find her brown eyes drifting back over to where Brittany sat behind her desk. It was as if her body thought the woman was going to disappear right back out of her life and desperately needed to convince itself otherwise.
It didn't seem like she was the only one who was experiencing this, though, because there would also be times when her gaze was met with a pair of blue eyes, which would result in them both exchanging a couple of bashful smiles.
The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern, causing each of their productivity levels to reach an all time low.
Once five o'clock had finally arrived, Santana began packing up her things and getting ready to head home. Before she stepped away from her desk, she glanced over to Brittany's office. The blonde almost instantly met her gaze with a smile, mouthing out a good-bye that was accompanied with a small wave.
The Latina immediately returned the gesture, thinking, 'I could definitely get used to this.'
For the second day in a row, Santana had woken up fully rested and running early on her way to work. She arrived at the office in record time, though she wouldn't allow her mind to reason out why she practically raced straight to the building.
Once she made it to her desk, she threw down everything she had been carrying in her arms and glanced over to see if Brittany had made it to her office yet. Spotting that the lights were still off in the small room, Santana opted to go pour herself a cup of second-rate coffee.
Within the first sip, she began to regret her decision to skip a trip to the coffee shop despite having an ample amount of time to do so. Santana quickly brushed those thoughts away, however, when she remembered the reason behind reporting straight to work. She was willing to put up with the subpar brew for the rest of her career at the firm if it meant getting there early every morning to see the blonde.
While in the break room, Santana also noticed that someone had supplied her and her coworkers with the ingredients necessary to make breakfast burritos. If she had to guess, she'd put her money on her boss, who absolutely loved to spoil his workers. This was yet another reason why she loved working for the small, well-respected accounting firm.
Arriving back at her desk with her coffee and breakfast burrito in hand, the Latina glanced out the window once again and found Brittany preparing herself for the day ahead. Taking out the small white board, she wrote out a simple, "Good morning," and placed it on the window sill for Brittany to see while the brunette got started on her work.
A couple minutes later, she looked over to find Brittany standing in front of her window with her dry erase board in hand, "Good morning to you, too! How are you today?"
"I'm good. How about yourself?"
The blonde smiled at her response right before her face lit up, as if she had just remembered something, "I'm doing swell. Oh and by the way, I saw the strangest thing while leaving work yesterday and wanted to tell you about it. Do you have a minute?"
Santana smiled at the blonde's enthusiasm, "Yeah, of course. What happened?"
Brittany gave a nod and began to write before turning the white board back towards the Latina, "Well, I was leaving work just a little after you when I noticed all of these paper airplanes lying outside my building. There had to be at least fifty of them. I mean, they were EVERYWHERE."
Santana froze, 'How in the world did I miss that? I know I was in a blissful daze of happiness when I left yesterday, but how could I not notice all those damn paper airplanes? It's not like they were going to disappear on their own or something.'
After taking a minute to refocus, she gave Brittany the go ahead to write out the next part of the story. "That wasn't even the craziest part. After standing there for a minute, one of them flew right in front of me. I kinda tried to kick it away, but it kept fluttering right back onto my foot. After a few minutes, I finally decided to pick it up and that's when I saw that it had a lip print on it. Isn't that weird?"
'Oh, shit. This couldn't possibly get any worse,' Santana thought as she took a bite of her burrito.
That's when the blonde quickly turned the board around to write another message, "I still have it! Wanna see?"
Santana just about choked, 'OH MY GOD!'
Author's Note:
In case anyone was wondering, the white board usage and a couple other ideas that will be included in this story were inspired by the short film "Signs" by Patrick Hughes, and it can be found on YouTube if you are interested in watching it.
I also just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who followed, favorited, and reviewed my story. I hope that this next chapter didn't disappoint. Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. See you next time!
