PAN dragged her feet into work and felt sluggish. She didn't sleep a wink the night before once she had awoken and Trunks wasn't in bed with her. She knew by him leaving that something was different, something was going to happen. But the sex last night was entirely different, it was like he cherished every noise she had made, and every moment that they had had together. She had gotten herself so worked up after Trunks had left that her brain wouldn't shut off. She had spent the night worrying over the thought that maybe she needed to call off the whole situation with Trunks. And awkwardly enough he was arriving at the same time she was.
They were both in the lobby at the same time and when she looked up at him, he was looking at her, watching her. And she felt a blush flush her face. His eyes widened, the ladies at the desk greeted him and she quickly turned away and walked towards the laboratory wing. She felt emotions soar as the thoughts from the night before attacked her once more.
She walked down the small set of steps that led to hers and Bulma's lab and she found Bulma already there, working hard at hardening the fibers to the new suits. And she sighed into her work.
TRUNKS sat at his desk and turned to peer over the view of the city below. He hadn't slept well, after leaving Pan's he kept remembering what he had said. He had told her he had known her, her whole life. She should trust him. She should not have responded how she had, unless it was caused by his phone call he had taken. But that too, would not have made sense. She had been present plenty of times when he would take a call.
He should have called into work today, due to being distracted. He'd already had three meetings come and pass, and honestly he couldn't remember anything about them and would be thankful for the notes that had been emailed to him. He jumped when his phone rang and he looked at the ID, noted it was his mother and he picked it up.
"Yes mother?" He could hear her smile on her face as she spoke to him. "Honey, do you think you could talk with Pan about the suits you both tried? I need an evaluation and your father's isn't too in depth for the descriptive part." He laughed. "Of course it isn't," he laughed at her and she joined in for a moment. He nodded, "Where is Pan?"
Bulma's brow furrowed and she whispered, "She's been really short with me today. Not mean, just, yes or no, or no comment at all. She looks like a train wreck." His eyes widened. "She's in her office," she said. "Transfer me to her phone." Pan looked up from her desk and merely stared at her ringing phone before she picked it up and grumbled, "Hello?"
"Hello." Trunks' voice. She leaned back into her seat and covered her eyes with her hand. She felt as if things were going to be different now. Not that there was anything between them, she stopped dead, but was there? She remembered her thoughts from last night, she reason why she had issues, is really because he knew her too well. Her eyes widened as she let her hand drop, nerves were on edge all of sudden. Could there ever be anything more between she and Trunks? She gaped in her thoughts and then a voice called out to her, "Hell~l~lo? Pan? I can hear you breathing, you there?" She stammered, "Y-yes! Sorry I'm a bit-"
"Are you busy?" She gulped and shook her head. "Nope, I was just thinking. I was distracted. I," she gulped, "I didn't sleep well." Trunks paused on the other line. "Okay, well, mom said she wants me to go over the new suits with you, do you want to meet for coffee? Get out of the lab?" Pan peered around in her office and nodded, "Yeah. That would be great." She rose and asked, "Where?"
"There's a small café in town, far enough away from work. It's private," he said. She nodded, "The one that serves ice cream? The one Bura likes?" He chuckled through the line. "Yes. Of course."