"Happy Birthday! Whoo!" Jimmy patted her back, blowing a party popper right in Linda's face. She clutched it in a death grip. "I may be in accounting but I will kick your ass if you blow another one of those things at me,"
"Rab, don't look so down, it's an office party! We won't have another one until April!"
I gave him a bored stare.
They had Valadaa in her off-duty clothes... skinny jeans and a band tee from the 70's that of course I didn't recognize. Her hair was in a messy bun, barrettes holding back random stray hairs. Combat boots, but with red laces... different from the ones she wore everyday. Then those eyes... looking right at me. She's looking at me. Dear god why is she looking at me?!
"Rab, help me with the soda. There's a few cases upstairs and we're almost out," she was already walking to the elevator, and I was already following her. "Okay, hurry up guys!" the ever drunk Jim sputtered out, waving a hand at us.
When the elevator door closed, I looked over to her. She met my gaze and bit her lip, looking away. I sighed and smashed the stop button on the elevator. The lights went out and we shook to a stop. "Rab...?" she turned to him . The man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, listen Val. I'm sorry that we fought, and I'm sorry about what we said to each other. I'm very sorry about questioning that Jax guy. You're right, it's none of my business, and I know you guys aren't together anyways... I was being stupid and just- gah! But I do not regret..."
Valadaa looked at him with quizzing eyes. "Kissing me?"
Rab swallowed. "Y-Yeah. Kissing... you,"
"I know that I won't get anywhere and it was stupid of me... and that I'm almost like 10 years older than you... I'm just this weird old guy who has the biggest movie collection known to man. I'm sorry, but I don't regret it... I just... even just for a second, I wanted... to feel you... understand you... god that sounded creepy-" I felt the fabric of my shirt being clutched. Looking down I found her cautious eyes, surveying my face. "K-Kiss...here," she touched her plump bottom lip.
What...?
I took her hands in mine, intertwining my fingers with her slender ones. Her breath caught when I pinned her against the wall. There was quite the height difference, but I made up for it. Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat in the elevator rising.
We finally closed the gap. It was a long, intense french kiss. Everything was so sweet... my head was foggier than it had been in my life... she bit my bottom lip, making me grunt, and pull our bodies closer. When we finally had to pull away for breath, she gasped so cutely.
"Val... what does this mean? Do you... like me?"
The french girl glared at him. "Do you think I would ask you to kiss me if I didn't? Stupid."
I laughed softly, rubbing my arm. She has a point...
"...Was there really any soda?"