I wasn't going to write anymore, but you guys are so sweet with your
reviews so I decided to continue this. I think there'll be a few more
chapters after this one, so stay tuned.
~*~
For the most part he'd managed to concentrate on work. But every so often he found himself smiling and any minute now someone was going to call him on it.
"You're in a good mood."
And of course that person had to be Danny.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, forcing the smile from his lips and pretending to be absorbed in the ever-growing pile of paperwork on his desk.
"Right. This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the rose Sam's been carrying around all day, would it?" Danny teased, smirking at Martin's guilty expression.
"She's been carrying it around? I mean, what rose?" Martin stammer, a telltale blush creeping into his cheeks.
"Why Martin, I had no idea," Danny goaded, grinning this time before sliding back to his own cubicle.
And all right, he'd expected as much, and really, it was no big deal. He was free to date anyone he wanted, and so was Sam. Besides, it was no one's business but their own and who cared if Danny found the whole situation amusing.
Thoughts of Danny vanished from his mind as Sam re-entered the room and he found himself breathless. And maybe she didn't have the rose in her hand, but she still looked over and smiled and that was good enough for Martin. Shrugging into his jacket, he made his way over to her, his stomach fluttering nervously.
"So, I'll pick you up at eight?" Martin asked, perching on the side of Sam's desk and sounding a little unsure.
"Sounds good," Sam replied, smiling brightly before slipping into her coat.
He watched her walk towards the elevators before heading back to his own desk and shutting down for the night. Two hours, that gave him plenty of time to get ready.
~*~
Maybe two hours wasn't enough time because he was on his third outfit and still hadn't decided if he should bring something. He'd already given her a flower, but at the same time it was their first date and the most important day of the year. Maybe chocolate would be in order. That was, if Sam even liked chocolate. But even if she didn't, it was the thought that counted.
Grabbing his keys, he headed out the door, stopping by the corner store and picking up a small heart shaped box filled with truffles before hailing and cab and heading to Sam's apartment.
By the time the cab pulled in front of her building he still hadn't figured out what he was going to say. He forced himself out the door and up the stairs, clutching the chocolates like a lifeline. When she opened the door he was suddenly glad he hadn't prepared a speech. It was doubtful he'd have been able to remember a word.
"Um, wow, you look.... amazing," he managed, very nearly dropping the box.
"Thanks, so do you," she replied.
"Here, these are for you," he said, handing her the truffles and willing his hand not to shake.
"Truffles? My favorite, how did you know?" she replied, smiling again and placing the box on a table next to the door. "You ready?" she asked.
"Your cab awaits," he replied, making a grand sweeping gesture that caused her to laugh.
TBC.
~*~
For the most part he'd managed to concentrate on work. But every so often he found himself smiling and any minute now someone was going to call him on it.
"You're in a good mood."
And of course that person had to be Danny.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, forcing the smile from his lips and pretending to be absorbed in the ever-growing pile of paperwork on his desk.
"Right. This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the rose Sam's been carrying around all day, would it?" Danny teased, smirking at Martin's guilty expression.
"She's been carrying it around? I mean, what rose?" Martin stammer, a telltale blush creeping into his cheeks.
"Why Martin, I had no idea," Danny goaded, grinning this time before sliding back to his own cubicle.
And all right, he'd expected as much, and really, it was no big deal. He was free to date anyone he wanted, and so was Sam. Besides, it was no one's business but their own and who cared if Danny found the whole situation amusing.
Thoughts of Danny vanished from his mind as Sam re-entered the room and he found himself breathless. And maybe she didn't have the rose in her hand, but she still looked over and smiled and that was good enough for Martin. Shrugging into his jacket, he made his way over to her, his stomach fluttering nervously.
"So, I'll pick you up at eight?" Martin asked, perching on the side of Sam's desk and sounding a little unsure.
"Sounds good," Sam replied, smiling brightly before slipping into her coat.
He watched her walk towards the elevators before heading back to his own desk and shutting down for the night. Two hours, that gave him plenty of time to get ready.
~*~
Maybe two hours wasn't enough time because he was on his third outfit and still hadn't decided if he should bring something. He'd already given her a flower, but at the same time it was their first date and the most important day of the year. Maybe chocolate would be in order. That was, if Sam even liked chocolate. But even if she didn't, it was the thought that counted.
Grabbing his keys, he headed out the door, stopping by the corner store and picking up a small heart shaped box filled with truffles before hailing and cab and heading to Sam's apartment.
By the time the cab pulled in front of her building he still hadn't figured out what he was going to say. He forced himself out the door and up the stairs, clutching the chocolates like a lifeline. When she opened the door he was suddenly glad he hadn't prepared a speech. It was doubtful he'd have been able to remember a word.
"Um, wow, you look.... amazing," he managed, very nearly dropping the box.
"Thanks, so do you," she replied.
"Here, these are for you," he said, handing her the truffles and willing his hand not to shake.
"Truffles? My favorite, how did you know?" she replied, smiling again and placing the box on a table next to the door. "You ready?" she asked.
"Your cab awaits," he replied, making a grand sweeping gesture that caused her to laugh.
TBC.
