Laugh

I sighed deeply as Paris and Doyle continued yelling and screaming at each other. They had somehow gotten into the discussion of world-wide ethics and now everyone in the newsroom was trying to run for their lives from the pair and their tirade or else was standing around, staring at the two, completely flabbergasted.

Logan arrived in the middle of this little heated argument, watching them with a smile of appreciation on his face. He immediately made his way to my desk, keeping his eyes on the two, before saying, "Now, this is intriguing. I think this is the most fun the newsroom has seen since the year began." He tore his eyes off the pair and looked at me, asking, "Is she always this infuriating?"

I nodded nonchalantly. "Same old Paris," I commented before going back to my article.

All of a sudden, a chair was rolling up to my side of the desk and Logan was sitting on it, still watching the argument with a certain amount of glee. I looked at him before rolling my eyes. "Why do you still even come here?" I asked. "I mean, you don't technically have a job so you technically don't have to come."

"Well, then, how else am I going to see my favourite intrepid reporter?" he quipped, not taking his eyes off the argument which had veered onto other things.

I took the compliment with a nod before glancing up at the pair. Paris had just called Doyle a lunatic and Doyle was turning thirty different shades of red. I happened to sneeze right in that moment of silence and all looked toward me.

"Sorry," I said, my nose stuffed. "Keep going." And they did.

"Got a cold?" Logan asked, looking at me closely with laughter in his eyes.

"Yes," I said, trying to quickly blow my nose out before the scene became gross. "Apparently going outside at 3 in the morning wasn't such a good idea after all. You can insert 'I told you so'."

"Done." He pulled a small package of tissues out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Oh, thank you!" Thankfully, he looked back towards the fight, leaving me to blow my nose without embarrassing myself. Not that I really cared what he thought of me.

As soon as I was done, he pulled out a pack of lozenges and I gratefully took them. Then, once I had one in my mouth, he whispered, "Watch."

I looked up at Paris and Doyle who looked as if they were ready to throw things at each other. Instead, they suddenly sprang together, throwing all their fury into a kiss. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and respectfully averted them while the rest of the newsroom went, "Ooh…" Some began to cheer and they began to go back to work, large dorky smiles on their faces.

Logan laughed beneath his breath, his face crinkled up into a goofy smile. And all I could do was sneeze again, a tiny, mouse-like sneeze that sent Logan into shaking with laughter. Then I had to sit there, watching him laugh.

"Logan," I said, in a whiny voice that I hoped would get his attention.

He stopped laughing, but the laughter was still in his eyes and his mouth was still in a smile.

And then I had to go and sneeze again and it was all he could do to keep from falling off his chair in laughter. He finally gathered himself and tossed a goodbye to me before leaving the newsroom.