Hey, here's another chapter for all the spitfire lovers!

Prompt: We're strangers and your hair is perfect except for that one stand that flew lose and it bothers me au.


Wally West was so going to be late for work.

Not only did he leave his apartment 20 minutes late to begin with, but his bus was late and this elevator was taking forever.

Surely it's a crime to have an elevator stop every 2 floors, when you've got to be on the 49th? Not to mention, everybody looked so damn happy on this lift, like the world was their oyster and this elevator was their pearl.

If there's one thing Wally West was not, it was late. The only positive was there was only one more person on the lift, who happened to be getting off at the next floor. Then it was 20 flights of smooth sailing for the Wallman. Wally's death grip on the railing around the walls of the clean, mirrored lift was relaxing slowly and when the last person got off the lift, he even managed a smile.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. No doubt someone had picked up the fact he'd failed to make it in to work on time, but considering this was his first strike for the two years he'd worked there, he wouldn't get into much trouble? Wally was running his hands through his bright, ginger hair when the elevator stopped, 17 floors away from his destination.

He exhaled quickly and his shoulders slumped. As his green eyes looked towards the sky as if praying for help, the elevator doors opened. Wally looked down to see the person walk on to the lift and his hand tightened on the railing once again.

The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen strolled in and flipped her blonde mane of hair over her shoulder, pressing the button of her floor number. Standing just in front and to the right of Wally, she was dressed in a green shirt and a black skirt, with black pumps to match, carrying a binder. She stared evenly ahead at the doors of the lift, patiently waiting to get off at the floor before Wally's.

Wally hadn't realised he'd stopped breathing until he felt dizzy from lack of air. He sucked in a lungful of sweet oxygen, loud enough that the blonde turned her head slightly to look at him out of the corner of her eye. Her steel grey eyes looked amused, but she turned back to face the doors again. Wally's eyes took her in slowly, his breathing hitching slightly as he appreciated every inch of her body.

"You know, as flattering as it is to have someone stare at me... it isn't." She spoke suddenly, causing Wally to lose his grip on the railing and flail for a second before gaining his composure. Her voice was gravelly, almost rough, but it was somehow still appealing.

"I wasn't staring!" Wally's reply was flustered and there was no way he expected her to believe him. One look from her over her shoulder and Wally knew she didn't.

"I can see you in the mirror. You were definitely staring." She smirked at him, but shrugged and ran her fingers through her lustrous locks. Wally was unable to keep from watching the movement, her hair bouncing back into place as she flipped it back over her shoulder.

All except a small group of strands, that now stuck out in an unruly way.

The lift doors opened and the blonde turned to look at him as she walked off. "Well, it was nice meeting you." She smirked again, her voice light as if she was close to laughing. The lift doors began to shut as she walked away, and Wally stayed fixated on the hairs that was keeping her appearance one step away from aesthetic perfection.

He exhaled loudly and the sound bounced off the walls, as he ran his fingers through his hair again. He looked down at the floor and saw the blonde had dropped a paper from her binder. He picked it up as the doors opened out to his floor and his boss was standing there waiting for him.

'Excuse me, Wallace!' Sharon's high pitched voice always made Wally wince and it was even worse now she was mad. 'Do you have an excuse for being,' she looked down at her watch, before looking back up exasperatedly, '46 minutes late to work?' Sharon put her hands on her hips, after brushing her raven coloured hair out of her eyes.

If this was any other day, Wally would have stepped out the lift and tried to sweet talk her, but today he just pressed the elevator button for the floor below and waved apologetically, the lift doors shutting as Sharon's jaw dropped.

Wally drummed his fingers against his leg and shifted his weight between his feet, impatient. The lift doors had barely opened, yet Wally somehow shimmied his way through, tripping over his feet in his haste. He jogged through the small hall into the open plan room, filled with small cubicles and bustling people.

Scanning the room, paper in hand, Wally grabbed the first person who walked past him. 'Excuse me, sorry, have you seen a blonde around here?' The man Wally had grabbed just looked at him for a couple of seconds, before leaning his head closer to Wally, as if he was about to conspire with the red head.

'Uh... did you want to expand, mate?' The man's crisp accent clued Wally in the fact that he was English and the man's tone clued Wally in the fact he was irritated.

'Sorry, yeah, she's got, like,' Wally gestured by flinging his arms out wide, 'super long hair!' The man rocked back on his heels, rubbing his jaw.

'Wow, that's a lot of detail there, mate.' The man couldn't keep sarcasm from edging into his voice, but he smiled and shrugged. 'Yeah, I think you mean Artemis. She's sure got a lot of hair. You'll find her in cubicle B07.' The man nodded a goodbye at Wally, leaving him to find his way to B07.

Wally was muttering to himself when he stumbled upon her cubicle, where she was typing furiously on her keyboard. Wally knocked on her cubicle wall and she looked up at him, her eyes slightly hostile. They relaxed once she saw it was Wally.

'Is there a reason you're stalking me now?' She smirked at him, spinning her chair to face him and leaning back, her legs crossed and her eyes gleaming in amusement.

'I- uh, you dropped this.' Wally stammered out, handing Artemis the paper. She stood quickly and her hand snatched the paper from him, her eyes wide.

'I've been looking for this! Thanks... um...' Artemis looked at him expectantly.

'Wally.'

She smiled slightly. 'Your name's really Wally?' Her smile grew larger, but she controlled her face back in to a neutral expression and cleared her throat. 'I'm Artemis. Anyways, thanks for bringing this back.' She turned, as if she'd dismissed him. He grabbed her wrist, turning her back to face him.

'I'm sorry, but you've got a little...' Wally gestured to her hair, which she touched self consciously.

'A little what?' She narrowed her eyes dangerously, as she patted her golden mane of hair.

'A..., ugh.' Wally reached over and straightened out the strands of hair that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since she exited the lift. 'There we go. Beautiful.' Their eyes met and locked for a couple of seconds, before Wally took a step back. 'Ah, I know you probably get this a lot, but do you wanna grab food sometime?' Wally met her steel eyes again, as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

'Don't you have a job to do in this building, Wally?' Artemis was unable to keep from smiling, raising an eyebrow at him.

'I'm probably fired.' He shrugged at her, his arms wide in an honest gesture.

'So you're free now?' Her smile was wide and bright now, and Wally was unable to take his eyes off the blonde bombshell in front of him. He nodded eagerly. 'Good, because I am starved. Know any good places to eat?'

Wally knew all the good places to eat.