The secret love affair.
part 1
disclaimer: these aren't my characters
Albert Eberts walks through the halls of the agency, carrying some files that need to be checked by Miss Monroe. He goes up stairs to her office, he hears crying inside. He wonders if he should enter. He knocks quietly.
"I...don't mean to come in on you like this." Her tear shimmered eyes gaze up at him, his heart starts beating for a second. She just watches him, not saying anything.
"These files need to be updated, ...but it can wait till later...if you want to talk we can...wait what am I saying...you probably don't want to talk to me...no one here does...I am sorry you are sad...you can get to these files at your own convience. " She watches him silently, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
She wants to say something but she can't. Her throat is closed up and her mouth refuses to open.
Eberts sets the files on the edge of her table. He pulls out some kleenex and hands it to her. She takes it gratefully, trying to give him a tiny smile.
"I...I..am sure you want to be alone.." He thinks of something and pulls out a slip of paper and a pen, and writes his cell phone number down. "If you do want to talk to someone...I am a good listener...I know you won't ...but I will answer you anytime...if you do decide to call...I hope you feel better...I am ..am probably making you nervous and ...uncomfortable...and I have work to do...I hope you find someone to help you through this...I am sorry, sorry." He backs out of the room, as Hobbes and Darien enter.
"You're a fool, Albert, why would she ever like you, and you stood in her office babbling, when she obivously needed time to be alone." He scolds himself mentally.
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Alex wipes her tears away quickly, Eberts name on her throat, she picks up Eberts cell phone number, burying it in her hand and clears her throat. "So, what do you guys want?"
"Why don't you tell us, what's wrong, first, did Charlie Brown make you cry?" Hobbes asks.
"No, I wasn't crying, my allergies are acting up again." she lies.
"Oh, I see." Darien says stepping in and sitting on the table. "I don't believe you."
"Why not, its true?"
"I believe her Fawkes, I think you should, too." Hobbes says.
"Okay. We wanted to see if you wanted to go out to lunch." Fawkes says, leaning back and placing his head on the soft couch.
"Sure." She puts the phone number in her pocket, with the kleenex, it may come in handy.
part 1
disclaimer: these aren't my characters
Albert Eberts walks through the halls of the agency, carrying some files that need to be checked by Miss Monroe. He goes up stairs to her office, he hears crying inside. He wonders if he should enter. He knocks quietly.
"I...don't mean to come in on you like this." Her tear shimmered eyes gaze up at him, his heart starts beating for a second. She just watches him, not saying anything.
"These files need to be updated, ...but it can wait till later...if you want to talk we can...wait what am I saying...you probably don't want to talk to me...no one here does...I am sorry you are sad...you can get to these files at your own convience. " She watches him silently, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
She wants to say something but she can't. Her throat is closed up and her mouth refuses to open.
Eberts sets the files on the edge of her table. He pulls out some kleenex and hands it to her. She takes it gratefully, trying to give him a tiny smile.
"I...I..am sure you want to be alone.." He thinks of something and pulls out a slip of paper and a pen, and writes his cell phone number down. "If you do want to talk to someone...I am a good listener...I know you won't ...but I will answer you anytime...if you do decide to call...I hope you feel better...I am ..am probably making you nervous and ...uncomfortable...and I have work to do...I hope you find someone to help you through this...I am sorry, sorry." He backs out of the room, as Hobbes and Darien enter.
"You're a fool, Albert, why would she ever like you, and you stood in her office babbling, when she obivously needed time to be alone." He scolds himself mentally.
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Alex wipes her tears away quickly, Eberts name on her throat, she picks up Eberts cell phone number, burying it in her hand and clears her throat. "So, what do you guys want?"
"Why don't you tell us, what's wrong, first, did Charlie Brown make you cry?" Hobbes asks.
"No, I wasn't crying, my allergies are acting up again." she lies.
"Oh, I see." Darien says stepping in and sitting on the table. "I don't believe you."
"Why not, its true?"
"I believe her Fawkes, I think you should, too." Hobbes says.
"Okay. We wanted to see if you wanted to go out to lunch." Fawkes says, leaning back and placing his head on the soft couch.
"Sure." She puts the phone number in her pocket, with the kleenex, it may come in handy.