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4. If you want me to wait/I will wait for you/If you tell me to stay/I would stay right through/If you don't wanna say/anything at all/I'm happy wondering.

"Hey Faith," Bosco said breezing up to her side. She looked up from the phone that was in her hand, long enough to flash him a knee weakening smile. He actually had to stop for a moment just to regain some composure. Shaking it off, he fell into her step.

"So…someone was askin' about you…" he began. He glanced sideways to see if she was in anyway interested. She didn't even look up.

"Oh yeah," she said, obviously humouring him.

"Yeah," he replied, "Couldn't stop goin' on about you."

That got her attention. Her hand dropped to her side and she gazed at him, her eyes glistening in the light.

"Yeah…what were they saying?" she asked, struggling a little under the weight of the files. Bosco picked up on this and stopped to help. He took them from her grasp, freeing her from the heavy load.

"Oh the usual stuff…how beautiful you were…how nice you were…" he dragged off and stole a glimpse of her. She was smiling. No scratch that, she was beaming.

"Oh…who was saying this then?" she asked, flipping down her phone. She stuffed it into her back pocket, closely followed by her hands.

"Uh…you know…Officer Gerard?" he replied. She stopped walking and Bosco thought she looked mildly disappointed.

"Ok…right…that's sweet of him…I guess," she stuttered moving forward. Bosco followed her.

"Yeah. He was actually. Wanted your number," he informed her. She stopped again but more abruptly causing him to crash into her back, sending the files crashing to the floor.

"Faith!" he scolded, immediately bending to gather the papers that lay strewn over the floor.

"You didn't give it to him did you?" she asked her eyes pleading with him to say no. He shook his head.

"You know I'd never do that without your say so," he replied. She let out a relieved sigh and smiled again.

"Oh thank God," she murmured, "Oh! I'm sorry! Here, let me help."

She crouched down, her hands searching for any paper she could grab. He watched as she tidied hers into a neat stack, whereas his lay in every one way in some sort of pile. Both went to stand at the same time and their foreheads collided roughly.

"Ow," they both said in unison. Faith's hand flew to her head and she giggled as Bosco winced and rubbed the spot where she had wounded him.

"You really meant it when you said your head was hard," he hissed, caressing the lump, "Jeez Yokas!"

"I'm sorry," she laughed, placing her papers on the floor, "Here let me look."

Bosco was a little taken back as she pressed against his forehead with her fingers, a smile still on her full lips. "You may be mortally wounded," she joked her eyes fixed on his forehead. Suddenly she leant in, her lips replacing her fingers. "There…all better?"

He pulled back, clearing his throat. The feelings he was getting were making him uneasy and so he put on his most platonic expression and nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

She looked hurt and scrambled to her feet, brushing down her jeans.

"Hey Yokas, when you and Bosco are finished playin' doctors and nurses, I need to see those files," Jelly's voice filled her head, playful and mischievous. She turned to him and smiled feebly.

"Yeah! Sorry Jelly!" she called after him as he disappeared back inside the office.

"Don't give him my number Bosco, the guy's a jerk," she said, her eyes narrowing. Bosco handed her the files.

"But you didn't hear him Faith, he was really genuine," he argued, holding out his arms just in case she decided to drop the papers. She used her knee to support them, rolling her eyes at Bosco's attempts.

"Bosco, he just likes to get into women's pants," she scoffed, "I don't care how genuine you thought he was."

He realised he was going to need to try harder to convince her of this man's interest in her.

"He told me he loved the way you smile!" he called after her as she moved up the steps. She turned to face him, frowning.

"Bosco! Sshh!" she warned sharply, glancing around at the amused faces. Oh shit he was really gonna have to do this. He was never good with words…he prayed to God he wouldn't mess it up.

"He told…told me…how he loves the way…when your trying to stay angry at someone and their convincin' you otherwise…you…you give a half sorta smile. It's not really a smile. Your lips kinda curve like a smile but not really…and how when you really are pissed off at someone your forehead kinda wrinkles but not too much and your eyes turn in…and how, how, when your thinking your eyes glaze over and they kinda shine in the light…and how," he stopped to catch his breath, smiling inwardly at her little quirks, "How when you laugh, you toss your hair back, and your eyes open really wide. He said…he said…sometimes…with the way your hair sits and how the light hits it you look a bit like an angel…"

He trailed off, gazing up at her to catch her reaction. Her eyes stared down at him and he was sure he saw them glisten with tears. Her face seemed almost sad.

"Tell him to call me…soon…" she said in a breathy whisper. And with that she entered the office leaving Bosco to deal with the intrigued stares he was receiving from other members of staff. He nodded at them, digging his hands into his pockets, slightly embarrassed by their grins and whispering. Suddenly a few were clapping and the crowd erupted into cheering.

"Thank you, thank you," he responded bowing courteously, "I'm here all week."

And with that he sprinted off to the safety of the locker rooms were he could hide his blushing face.

She meanwhile, stood gazing out the window as he ran off, a smile spread across her face.