What I Wrote

It was another dull day at the office.

Temari leaned back on her chair and sighed at the ever-replenishing pile of paperwork which was stacked on her desk.

Working in a twenty storey building, she expected to have a lovely view of Konoha, instead, she was in a badly air-conditioned office with one other person and all she could see from her window were apartment complexes and more offices.

She squinted at the page on the top of the infernal pile of hell and saw that it was simply an advertisement for memory foam insoles for shoes.

Her colleague, Matsuri was on"sick leave" (which was suspiciously timed for the hottest week of the year) and so she made the most of being alone in the office.

She folded the page into a paper plane and tossed it into the recycling bin from where she was seated.

She saw the the next sheet was just another advertisement, so she folded that one as well before aiming it at the bin and surprising herself once again with the accuracy of the throw.

After disposing of one tenth of the pile, she got bored of paper planes and took to origami, folding each useless page into a delicate crane or swan. Whatever came to mind.

After running out of birds, she was well and truly bored, and even though the window was wide open, she was roasting. There wasn't a breeze to speak of and she grumpily glared at the sky, urging it to form some clouds or to start raining fish or... Anything.

Her eyes settled on the building right opposite hers. In the window facing her own, she saw a guy, who was probably just as bored as her, sleeping with his head tucked into his arms.

Suddenly energised, she took a page from her stack and folded it into a plane before grabbing a pen and scribbling down a few words: "sleeping on the job?".

She launched the plane from her window, expecting it to land neatly on his desk, but it didn't even come close to his window, instead going too far left and dropping to the street only halfway between the two buildings.

She huffed and tried again, taking a page and skillfully folding it before aiming, more carefully, and throwing. She missed again but managed to get it a lot closer.

"One more time."

The buildings weren't exactly far from each other, only about thirty feet in distance, so she didn't know why she was so off-target.

After scribbling the message a final time, she threw it, aiming slightly to the left of his window, and watched as it glided perfectly towards him before settling right beside his hand.

The man flinched and sat up, looking down to see the plane. She looked on as he frowned and unfolded the plane to read the message. He glanced around his office with a confused expression before narrowing his eyes and looking out the window, his gaze almost instantly settling on her.

She gave him a friendly wave, to which he rolled his eyes.

He took a leaf of paper and wrote a few words on it before folding it up and launching it out the window.

It missed. She laughed and was glad that he hadn't seen her previous attempts.

He scowled and tried again.

And again.

Just like with her, the third plane reached its destination and flew through her window.

"Not anymore," it said.

She smirked and reached for a page. The afternoon was panning out quite well.

"Tut tut," she wrote. "Not very responsible now, are we?"

Her plane reached his waiting desk on the first attempt and he soon sent a reply.

"Apparently not."

"Have you much to do?" She asked.

"A lot. It's a drag."

"Same. Sleeping won't get it done though."

He glared at her when he read that one and took his sweet time to answer.

"Neither would wasting paper."

"Meh. Recycle what I send you."

"How troublesome."

She didn't know what to say to that, so she changed topic.

"When's your break?"

"Why do you ask? See something you like?"

"Oh please" she wrote, emphasising the words to show that she was being sarcastic."I have standards for myself."

"Yes. But you also chose to talk to me. I admit I'm creeped out."

"Get over yourself. If I wanted to hit on someone, I would have chosen someone hot."

"I'm offended! I'm plenty hot- it's like, 100 degrees."

"If that's the case, a decaying corpse would be hot."

She was about to send the plane when she heard someone coming down the corridor. She hurriedly stuffed the plane into her drawer and pretended to look busy as her colleague, Kiba, strolled in.

"Hey, Temari." He said as he leaned over her desk and grinned at her. "Wanna grab a coffee at your lunch break?"

"Ah, sorry," she laughed. "I already have plans with my friend,"

He looked mildly disappointed but shrugged it off with a coy smile.

"Alright, see you around then. Maybe some other time?"

"Er-yeah. Maybe."

Kiba was about to leave when his gaze narrowed in something outside the window.

He turned and left the room, calling gently over his shoulder as he walked.

"I think someone's looking in on you. Be careful."

She bid him goodbye and was about to reach into the drawer to send the plane to the other boy when she saw one making its way towards her from him.

"Was that your boyfriend?" It read.

"No." She snorted. "Why, were you getting jealous?"

He read the plane and shook his head, she watched as he flipped her off from the other building.

"I have standards for myself." He sent.

"Sure. He just asked me to lunch."

"What did you say?"

"Why do you care?"

"Small talk. You don't have to answer me."

She read over the message and considered not answering but she was actually enjoying this.

"I said no. I told him I was having lunch with a friend."

"Are you?"

"... No."

She saw him laugh as he read the plane before turning to the window and leaning slightly out of it.

"I can help." He called.

Hearing his voice stirred something in her and she found herself laughing as well.

"Sure," she called back. "See you in ten minutes."

She looked at the planes that had gathered on her desk and sighed to herself as she wondered what he thought of her.

"I can't even remember half of what I wrote." She mumbled to herself before packing up to go for lunch.

They hadn't agreed on anything, but they were only one road apart, so she leaned out the window once more and called to him.

"I'll meet you half way!"

A/N: Hey!

Only 9 more after this! I actually had an idea to write this kind of scenario as a longer story, but I think it works quite well on its own as a one shot!

Thank you for all the love and support, we're almost there! Haven't missed a day (yet)!

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Lee \(^-^)/