Rory taps on the receptionist's desk waiting to be answered. She gets lost in thought trying to prepare what to say.
"Mr Huntzberger is out of his office at the moment." Rory doesn't reply so she leans over and touches her arm "Miss? I said he isn't here."
"Do you know when he will be back?"
"I don't even know if he is coming back; sometimes he doesn't come back after lunch."
"Okay, well thank you." Rory goes to walk away then turns back to the desk. "So...he is at lunch now then?"
The receptionist types on her computer for a few seconds. "He should be; but only for another fifteen minutes."
"Do you know where he goes for lunch?"
"I do."
Rory waits hoping for her to continue. "I don't suppose you could share that information?"
"I really shouldn't."
"It's a public place, it's not like I'm asking for his home address, please."
"If you come back tomorrow morning, Mr Huntzberger will be available to speak with you."
"I don't want to wait until tomorrow, I can't wait another day!"
"How do I know you aren't a crazed stalker?"
"If I was, do you think I would need you to tell me where he is?"
She looks like she might be giving in and finally she says the words, reluctantly "Okay...two blocks over, take a right out of here then a left then another right, a small cafe type place, its right on the corner; you can't miss it. If he isn't there then I don't know where he is." She looks at her watch "Now you have 10 minutes."
"Thank you!"
...
Five minutes later Rory is standing outside the place; she can see him through the glass. He hasn't noticed her, he is busy reading something. Everything she had previously planned to say is now forgotten, she goes in empty handed.
When she walks through the door he briefly glances up; he does a double take and chokes a little on his drink. She sits opposite him but doesn't say anything; so they stare at each other.
"I think you should speak first." He says.
"I found the napkin."
"Okay..." he wants to say something else, he just doesn't know what.
"Last year, if we had talked afterwards, properly, do you think we would be together? Is that what you wanted?"
"It was. When you didn't come see me that night, I thought...thought you had decided you didn't want to be with me. I didn't know you never got my message."
She nods "I should have known you wouldn't have left like that."
They sit in silence for what seems like ages.
"I don't know what to say, Rory. I don't know where we go from here." He slides he sleeve back to look at his watch.
"Your lunch time is up; I guess we will have to talk another time." She picks her bag up from the floor.
"No, sit. I have been waiting to have this conversation for a long time. Fred Adams can wait."
"Who is Fred Adams?"
"Some guy on the seventh floor." He shrugs.
"Okay, why don't we start with what you want, for us now?"
He nods a couple times but he doesn't need much time to think "I want you, us, together. I have since the day I first saw you. What do you want?"
"I want that too. I've lived without you for these past years and it was hard, I knew it was going to be hard at first, but it never got better." He reaches across the table and takes her hand.
"We still have the problem we did four years ago. I'm here and you're over there."
"I can't leave there; my Mom and my job."
He shakes his head looking down. "You see you Mom like what, twice a month on the weekends?" she nods "And you write about people that have died?" she nods again. "You can take a plane back at least once a month, more if you need to. That job; don't tell me you want to stay because of that." He squeezes her hand "Don't be afraid to take the risk, Rory. I can't move; I have a business here. I'm sorry to put it all on you, but, if you really want this, as much as you seem to, you're going to have to come here."
She looks down to the table with a certain hesitancy "Do you need some time to think?"
"No" she replies immediately. "I'll do it." She smiles, making him smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, you're right. It's much easier for me to move; it makes sense. Just took me a couple years to see it. I can still see my Mom and that job is not worth losing you over."
"Does that mean I can kiss you now?"
She nods laughing and stands up. He meets her and pulls her into a hug and long awaited kiss.
"Did you forget about Fred Adams?" she asks while her chin rests on his shoulder.
"I did. I have to go." He pulls back and gives her another kiss. He puts his forehead on hers and takes he in for a moment; the look in her eyes and the feel of his hands on her back. "I love you" he whispers.
"I love you too"
"Right then." He picks up is jacket and papers then gives her another quick kiss. "It has never been so hard to leave you."
"Oh wait." She takes out a card from her pocket; it has the details of the hotel she is staying at; it was given to her by a member of staff when she checked in. He takes it from her.
"I'll speak with you later."
"Room 28"
"28, got it" he says shutting the door behind him.
...
In room 28 Rory is lying on the hotel bed thinking about how her life changed today and how it only made her smile. Her phone rings and she places it to her ear, still smiling.
"Hello?"
"Hello, you. How are things?"
"Things are good. I just agreed to move here."
"Oh...so you turned down the promotion?"
"You can't turn down what wasn't offered."
"What? Here listen..." David plays the machine message; it is Simon telling her that the job is hers should she want it. At the end he says that he will try her mobile to try and speak with her.
"He never called" she says.
"Does this change things, with the moving?"
"No, I don't think so. That job, it's not even a decent paper, it's definitely not more important than Logan." David is silent on the other end. "David?" she checks the screen to make sure they are still connected; they are.
"I'm going to miss you." The sadness in his voice makes her sad.
"You will still see me, just not as often."
"Hence the missing of you."
"I'm sorry, David."
He sighs "No, don't be; I understand. I'm glad you worked things out."
A knock at the door signals the end of their conversation. "I have to go, Logan is here. I'll see you when I get back though."
...
Two weeks later...
Rory pushes a box of her things towards the door with her foot. "That's the last one, Mike." Mike is the mover guy; he takes the box and heads for the van outside.
"How do all your things get from here...to over there?" David sits on the coffee table chewing at his cereal; he questions with his mouthful but he still sounds genuinely puzzled.
"Errm" Rory stands by the doorway, hands on her hips, and looks the way Mike walked. "I'm not sure actually." She shrugs "Who cares as long as it gets there. I leave all that up to, Logan."
"Fair enough."
"Okay, its time, come here." she waves him over.
David pouts "I'm not ready."
"Now or never; I need to leave, like a minute ago."
He walks over dragging his feet. They hug for a long time; but when she can't spare anymore they break apart and he hands her the small carry on she put by the door.
"I'll see you in a couple months." She backs out the door looking at him until the door comes between them.
She goes to the airport; to a place where she knows only one person, a little nervous and jobless. But totally in love.
A/N: Hmmm questioning whether to leave it here? I am willing to continue if you would like me to. Maybe I should continue in another story?
Let me know what you think. Hope you like it! =)