Quietly, hesitantly, he stepped off the elevator and followed the directions that the receptionist had given him. He stood in the doorway of the offices, looking around the room and immediatly spotting Samantha at a desk across the way. Her back was to him and she typed furiously on her computer.
"Jack."
He turned, hearing his name. Behind him stood a younger man wearing an off colored suit. And was that... a pink shirt? He glanced closer, reading the badge hooked to the other mans suit. Martin Fitzgerald.
"Martin!" he exclaimed, smiling because the other man actually thought he could remember him.
"It's good to see you back here, Jack. How long are you in town for?"
His gaze inadvertantly went back to Samantha, she was watching them, smiling. He wondered if she could hear what they were saying. Most likely.
"I'm not sure yet." He turned back to Martin, smiling politely. "Could you excuse me for one moment?"
He didn't wait for an answer before walking through the maze of desks towards Samantha's. He leaned against it, meeting her gaze and holding it for a fraction of a second.
"Hey you."
He smiled, he couldn't help it. "Hey. Think you could leave for a bit to go to lunch?"
He watched her turn her head and look at Martin for a moment before looking back at him. "I don't think I can, I'm really busy here."
"Please, Samantha." He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. "Maria and I had a fight, that's why I left Chicago---I just need someone to talk to."
She thought about it for a minute before nodding. "Meet me downstairs, I'll only be a minute."
"Okay." He smiled, moving away from her desk and back out into the hallway that led to the elevator. He glanced back at her, out of curiousity, and watched as she stood and walked over to Martin's desk.
She leaned close to him and they exchanged words and after a moment she pulled away and went back to her desk.
He turned, hurrying down the hall towards the elevator and pushing the 'down' button. He waited. And waited.
"I thought I told you to meet me downstairs," she stated, walking up and standing beside him.
"Oh, I just--ran into another person who was determined to ask me every question he could think of."
"Who was it?"
He smirked, stepping onto the elevator with her. "I honestly don't remember."
To be continued...
"Jack."
He turned, hearing his name. Behind him stood a younger man wearing an off colored suit. And was that... a pink shirt? He glanced closer, reading the badge hooked to the other mans suit. Martin Fitzgerald.
"Martin!" he exclaimed, smiling because the other man actually thought he could remember him.
"It's good to see you back here, Jack. How long are you in town for?"
His gaze inadvertantly went back to Samantha, she was watching them, smiling. He wondered if she could hear what they were saying. Most likely.
"I'm not sure yet." He turned back to Martin, smiling politely. "Could you excuse me for one moment?"
He didn't wait for an answer before walking through the maze of desks towards Samantha's. He leaned against it, meeting her gaze and holding it for a fraction of a second.
"Hey you."
He smiled, he couldn't help it. "Hey. Think you could leave for a bit to go to lunch?"
He watched her turn her head and look at Martin for a moment before looking back at him. "I don't think I can, I'm really busy here."
"Please, Samantha." He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. "Maria and I had a fight, that's why I left Chicago---I just need someone to talk to."
She thought about it for a minute before nodding. "Meet me downstairs, I'll only be a minute."
"Okay." He smiled, moving away from her desk and back out into the hallway that led to the elevator. He glanced back at her, out of curiousity, and watched as she stood and walked over to Martin's desk.
She leaned close to him and they exchanged words and after a moment she pulled away and went back to her desk.
He turned, hurrying down the hall towards the elevator and pushing the 'down' button. He waited. And waited.
"I thought I told you to meet me downstairs," she stated, walking up and standing beside him.
"Oh, I just--ran into another person who was determined to ask me every question he could think of."
"Who was it?"
He smirked, stepping onto the elevator with her. "I honestly don't remember."
To be continued...