Work of Art
Chapter Two: Friendly
Observation
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
She could hear a buzzing in the background. It was faint and coming from her left. As consciousness slowly caught up with her, Rogue realized it wasn't buzzing, but ringing. A low growl escape her throat as she turned her head and slowly cracked open one eye. Her clock said it was nine fifteen in the morning.
The phone kept ringing and she desperately tried to ignore it, hoping the machine would get it.
The machine would get it if you had just set up the machine last night... a small voice reminded her.
"Damn it..." Rogue sat up roughly in bed and snatched the phone from her bedside. "What is it?" she growled.
"Rise and shine!" a cheerful voice sounded over the line. Rogue groaned and ran a hand down her face.
"Jean, sugah, Ah love yah, but Ah swear if it ain't an emergency, Ah'm going ta hang up." Rogue grumbled.
"Oh, come on, Rogue! It's Saturday morning!" Jean paused and Rogue could almost sense her knowing smile. "Had a rough night?"
"No! Ah'm just sleepy!" Rogue pouted childishly as she slammed one arm on the fluffy hunter green comforter that surrounded her. "Didn't we have a talk about this in college, Jeannie? No one wakes up Rogue between midnight and noon."
"You were the only one to agree to that and you know it," Jean retorted coolly. "Now I called you because I want you to have a house warming party."
"A what? Jean-"
Jean quickly cut her off before Rogue could protest. "We can invite everyone! Betsy and Kitty, of course. Kurt should be there, too. Oh...and Piotr! I haven't seen him in a while...And I'm sure Bobby would love to come and of course, Scott and I would-"
"Jean! Jean! Hold on a sec, sugh!" Rogue exclaimed tiredly. "Yah just woke me up and all of a sudden yah want me ta have a house warming party? Ah ain't even settled in yet..." She trailed off as she looked around her bedroom and frowned at the rows of boxes haphazardly pushed up against the walls.
"Which brings me to my next point," Jean answered proudly. "The four us - you, me, Bets, and Kitty - should get together today and help you unpack."
"What? No, Ah can do this mahself-"
"Right...this from the woman who lived out of boxes for a semester and a half," Jean snorted. "I'll bring some Italian food for lunch and we can all go out to dinner."
"But-"
"And you can try to get out of it, missy, but I know you're just going to live out of boxes until either we push you to unpack or you are forced to in order to find something...and there is just no telling when that will be." Jean asserted.
"Gawd, Jeannie, just because yah'll lived with meh for four years-"
"Doesn't mean that we know how you think, act, and know all your little habits, including how you squeeze toothpaste from the middle of the tube," Jean replied. "I know."
"Sometimes Ah think yah're a mind reader..." Rogue mumbled. "That's creepy, yah know that?"
The red head merely laughed. "We'll be there at noon. Be ready!" Jean hung up and Rogue stared at the phone. She lazily placed it back on it's charger on her night stand and looked around her room.
Wrinkling her nose, she fell back into bed.
Noon had come and with it, former roommates baring food and cleaning products. Jean instantly took control of the situation upon seeing the pyramid of boxes that was in Rogue's new living room. First, they finished setting up all the shelves and the entertainment system and then Betsy and Kitty proceeded to unpack and put away all of Rogue's books, DVDs, CDS, and assorted vases and frames.
Jean took the kitchen by storm, cleaning out every nook and cranny before she even began to put away the kitchen wares. Rogue, after a brief debate on who should do it, took her bedroom and the two bathrooms. It was five-fifteen when they were done. A pile of folded cardboard boxes were stacked neatly by the door and five trash bags had been taken to the dumpster.
"What about the other bedroom?" Kitty asked as she slumped over on the couch. "Are you going to use it as a storage?"
"Ah'm getting a bed for it..." Rogue said as she glanced over her shoulder and into the hall. "But for now, Ah'm going to use it to hold any extra stuff."
"This is nice furniture, luv," Betsy said as she moved around on the posh leather arm chair. "I thought for sure that you would go to that Ikea place."
Rogue snorted and shook her head. She was sitting on the love seat across from Betsy. "Like momma would ever allow meh ta shop there for furniture," Rogue sighed. "Nope, she dragged meh ta get furniture and even offered ta fly some over from Germany."
"From Wagner Castle?" Kitty asked, impressed. "Wow...she was going all out..."
"That's Raven for you," Jean sighed. "The woman only has the best. How is she, anyway?" She asked as she looked at Rogue. "I bet she's so proud of her little girl..."
"Ah'm not little nor am ah a girl any more," Rogue insisted as the other three laughed. "We had dinner the other day with Kurt. Momma insisted on celebrating mah getting hired at the Lensherr Architectural Firm. We met up at the museum."
Kitty's eyes lit up as she sat up straight and leaned forward. "Did you get to see the loan exhibits, yet? Piotr's going to take me next week."
"Sure did, sugah," Rogue smiled. "Not the best works, but still worth seeing. They got some Monet...a Picasso...oh, and did Ah tell yah'll? Ah had what was just about the most embarrassing time at the museum! Some girl yelled at meh for standin' in front of a Picasso. Ah was only there for five seconds..."
"Some people are just so impatient." Betsy agreed whole heartedly.
"Ah know! And ta top it off this infuriating man just..." Rogue's sentence died in her mouth as she remembered the red eyed man with the tantalizing smirk.
"Infuriating man?" Betsy raised an eyebrow and glanced over at her other two friends. All three women seemed to have caught that and leaned closer to Rogue.
"You met a man, Rogue?" Jean asked curiously.
"Was he hot?" Kitty asked immediately. Betsy rolled her eyes as Rogue frowned.
"No!" She snapped.
Kitty tilted her head to the side slightly. "No; you didn't met a man or no; he wasn't hot?"
Rogue sighed. "Ah ran into this guy at the museum and he tried ta pick meh up with this pathetic one-liner...how did it go...?" Rogue thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. "We were standing front of this sketch and he actually goes 'Seen it plenty og times, chere, but it pales in comparison to you.' Can yah believe it? How sad is that?"
She shook her head and crossed her arms as she fell back against the couch cushions. "Chere?" Betsy asked as a sly grin caressed her lips. "Is he French? He sounds like he has an accent."
"Oooh..." Kitty gushed. "Accents are so sexy."
"He ain't French," Rogue asserted. "Cajun...Ah don't even know if he actually knew French or just put in French words to sound like a cultured fool." She told them haughtily.
"Hmmm...you still didn't answer the question." Jean grinned as she met Rogue's gaze from the couch.
"Ah did, too!" Rogue snapped. "Ah told yah Ah ran into-"
"No, luv," Betsy chuckled before Rogue could proceed with her ranting. "You never answered whether or not he was 'hot' as Kitty put it."
Kitty nodded eagerly and Rogue groaned. "What does it mattah if he was good looking-"
"So he was good looking," Jean deduced. Rogue's mouth dropped. "How did he look like?"
"Oh yes, do tell," Betsy agreed. "Height, hair, eyes? Build? What was he wearing? Was he wearing a suit?"
"Men look good in suits." Jean nodded.
"Hold on a second!" Rogue shot up from her seat and the other three women quickly shut up. "Ah don't remember telling any of yah'll that Ah found that arrogant, incorrigible man attractive!"
"Then why are you all red and dodging the question?" Kitty asked cheekily. Rogue shot her a deadly glare and Kitty just grinned some more.
"Yah are so dead, sugah." Rogue said in a low voice just before a couch pillow flew into Kitty's face.
Instead of retaliating, the tiny brunette peeked up from behind the pillow, a lopsided grin on her face. "Rogue likes a boy..." she sang out.
"What are yah, six?" Rogue shrieked as she held up another pillow threateningly. "Ah don't like anyone! Especially not Remy!"
"Oh, so his name is REMY," Jean noted. She glanced over at Betsy and nodded. "Sounds sexy." A pillow slammed into the back of her head, but Jean's smirk didn't budge.
"Remy is a French name..." Betsy informed her coolly as she moved out of the way of a flying black pillow. "Rogue, luv, throwing pillows at us will not solve your little crush."
"Crush? What crush? Ah'll show you crush!" Rogue shouted. She was about to jumped over the glass coffee table and tackle Betsy on the arm chair when the door bell rang. Rogue gritted her teeth and glared at Betsy. "Yah're lucky this time..."
Betsy merely waved her hand to dismiss Rogue as the jeans and t-shirt clad brunette rounded the living room and headed for the door. Rogue grumbled as she quickly unlocked the door and threw it open. "Hey, Rogue," said the tall brunette at the door way. He gave her a bright, friendly smile. "Heard you needed a ride?"
Rogue turned around. "Get yah jackets! Bobby's here!" Rogue shouted into the apartment. "Hold on a sec, sugh. We didn't think yah'd be on time."
Bobby rolled his eyes as he peered into the apartment and saw the three other women inside. They gave him a wave as they gathered their belongings. Rogue pulled her jacket from the closet and grabbed her purse.
"Wow, Bobby, you're actually on time," Kitty said as she checked her watch. "Is the world ending?"
"Ha ha," Bobby responded dryly. "For your information, I am always on time."
"And in this world where you are always on time, do eggs lay chickens and is the sky neon green?" Betsy grinned as she walked past him. Bobby scowled.
"I come all the way from South City to take my favorite girls out to dinner and this is the thanks I get?" Bobby pouted as Rogue locked the door behind them and began walking down the stairs. "I'm hurt, guys, really."
"Enough with the drama, Bobby," Jean sighed. "Everyone knows you're either late or extremely late. We've known you for years and you've always been that way."
"I should just make you guys walk to the restaurant, you know that?" Bobby frowned. Betsy and Rogue each hooked one of their arms through his and smiled.
"Aww...poor Bobby..." Rogue sighed. "Saturday night and no girlfriend...so he has ta settle taking us out ta eat instead."
"Psh...like I'm complaining," Bobby snorted as they stepped out into the street where Bobby's charcoal gray car was parked. "Dinner with four beautiful women. Every man in that restaurant will envy ME. Bobby Drake."
"Or think you're our best gay friend." Kitty reminded him. Bobby instantly scowled once more.
"That's what you get for rooming in an apartment filled with girls," Jean chuckled. Bobby was Kitty's age and the girls had 'adopted' him one rainy evening after he had failed to find a place to stay for the start of the school year. "Oh, and are you free next weekend?"
"You're asking me on a date?" Bobby gasped as he unlocked his car. "Jean Grey-Summers! I am shocked and appalled!" he told her as he stepped back and opened the passenger door for Rogue. "You are a married woman! If anything, this only further proves my theory."
"And that is?" Jean asked as she, Kitty, and Betsy slipped into the back seat.
Bobby looked into the car and grinned boyishly before he closed the door. "That I'm irresistible."
The women groaned. "Just drive, Bobby," Kitty sighed. The brunette slid into the driver's seat and started the car. "Next week, Rogue is having a house warming party."
"You mean you're throwing Rogue a house warming party," Bobby corrected. "We all know Rogue doesn't like throwing parties. She thinks it's too much work."
"It is! Ah don't want ta have ta spend the rest of mah night cleaning after yah'll!" Rogue insisted.
"Then we'll handle that part," Jean told her. "So can you make it Bobby? It's around seven?"
"Of course. Can't have a party without the Iceman." he informed them coolly. Betsy snorted from the back seat.
"Honestly, Bobby...when are you going to rid yourself of that ridiculous self imposed title?" Betsy rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the leather seats. "I mean, you're not a super hero."
Monday morning. Rogue stared at her alarm clock as it blinked 5:59. She had awoken suddenly at 4:50 and hadn't gotten back to sleep yet. Her stomach was fluttering with excitement as she anticipated her first day at work. The clock flashed 6:00 and the alarm went off.
Her arm flew out and hit the snooze button before switching off the alarm. She sat up in bed, grinning as she stretched and headed for the bathroom. Giddily, she showered, changed and did her hair before heading out to the kitchen.
After breakfast, she grabbed her brief case and sped out the door. The bus was on time that morning and she took a seat in the back, by the exit as she nervously fiddled with the latch on her bag. Five stops later, she was in front of the old stone building downtown.
Okay, Rogue, here yah go. Yer first day of the rest of yer life. Don't be nervous... She took a deep breath and walked into the foyer.
"Good morning, Miss Darkholme." the girl at the reception area greeted her as Rogue beamed a warm smile and walked in.
"G'morning, sugah," Rogue beamed her a smile and headed straight for the elevator. When the doors opened, a few people walked out and she gave them a warm smile before stepping in. She pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and stood in the corner quietly. So far so good...
The doors opened on the tenth floor and she looked up. Immediately her eye widened as she tore them away and looked to the side. About a dozen people piled into the elevator, making Rogue squeeze her way to the back, her head downcast. Her heart was racing as she could've sworn she saw glowing red eyes somewhere in the group that just entered.
Her hands tightened around the leather handle of the brief case and she was too afraid to look up. A million thoughts ran through her head, including wondering why he was there in her building. She bit her lower lip nervously as the doors opened.
"Anyone stopping on the fifteenth?" Someone called from the front of the elevator.
Rogue's head flew up as she lifted her hand in the air. "Hold the door! That's mah floor!" she called out loudly. A few people shuffled against the wall as she tried to squeeze through the group. Someone was holding the doors open for her as she managed to fit through the narrow spaces between the suit clad men and women. "Thanks, sugah!" she breathed tiredly as she stumbled out.
"No prob'm, chere."
Her eyes widened as she heard the elevator ding behind her. She turned around just in time to catch a pair of sultry red eyes throw her a wink just as the doors closed. Rogue's mouth dropped.
"Alright...Ah'm sleep deprived...yeah...that's it..." Rogue mumbled. She turned around and slowly headed down the hall to her supervisor's office. She had an orientation meeting first thing that morning, but suddenly it seemed that she wasn't going to remember a word of it.
"Hello, Jean?" Rogue asked as she held the phone against her head. Her green eyes glanced around her cubicle. It was past six in the evening and Rogue had decided to work late and try to get a grasp on some plans her team was scheduled to have ready by the end of the week. Her entire floor was nearly empty, as most people had left at five. A few senior architects, including her mother, remained in their offices, going over plans.
"Sorry, she's not in yet. Is this Rogue?" a man's voice asked.
Rogue nodded, even though he obviously couldn't see her. "Yeah, Scott. Sorry to bother yah. Ah was hoping ta talk to Jean."
"Oh, sorry, Rogue. The school is having parent-teacher meetings this week," Scott answered. "She'll be home late the rest of the week. Did you want me to give her a message for you?"
"No thanks, sugh," Rogue sighed, obviously disappointed. "Ah'll just call her cell later. Bye." She hung up the phone and ran her hand down her face.
She'd been wanting to talk to someone about the what happened that morning and it had taken her up to five minutes ago to pick up the phone and call Jean. However, Jean, an high school English teacher, wasn't home yet. Rogue could always talk to Betsy, but Betsy would blow it out of proportion. There was Kitty, but she would over romanticize everything and probably claim that he was purposely there to see her.
"Bobby's out, too..." Rogue mumbled. "Kurt...yeah, like Kurt would be of any help...he'd probably set a restraining order on Remy." She sighed and buried her head in her arms. She leaned over the desk tiredly.
"Rogue? Dear, are you all right?"
She didn't need to lift her head to recognize the voice. "Yeah, momma, Ah'm fine..." She took a deep breath and lifted her head. Raven stood at the entrance of her cubicle, holding a rolled up piece of blue print in her arms. A frown was set across her ruby lips.
"Let me put these away and I'll drive you home." Raven asserted and took one step before Rogue stopped her.
"Momma, Ah'm fine," Rogue sighed. She stood up and began to gather her things. "Just tired, that's all..."
"Well, at least let me drive you home, my dear. It's already dark out." Raven noted. Rogue glanced outside one of the windows. The streets lights were one against the darkness of the streets.
"It's just down the street, momma. I'll be fine. Just a bus ride away." Rogue said.
"The BUS?" Raven gasped incredulously. "Tell me you are not taking the Muni!"
"Did Ah say bus?" Rogue asked nervously as she glanced around. "Ah meant ta say that Betsy was picking me up...yeah... We're gonna grab a bite ta eat on the way home." Raven raised one disbelieving eyebrow, but nodded.
"If you don't want a ride with me, you don't have t lie," Raven scolded gently. She gave Rogue a quick kiss on the forehead. "Have a safe ride home, my dear." Rogue nodded.
How does she always know? Rogue gathered her brief case and some papers under her arm before she headed out. She stopped in front of the elevators and stared at the doors before she even reached out and pressed the button. When they opened, she half expected him to be standing there waiting for her. The elevator was empty.
The ride down was uneventful and she was happy to see that the bus had arrived on time. She took her seat in the back once more and rubbed her head as she looked out the window.
The roar of a motorcycle reached her ears and she frowned as she watched a man rev his Harley. Normally, she would be impressed, but not when she was on the verge of a head ache. She frowned and was about to turn her head away when the rider turned their head and smirked.
She could practically read his lips as he mouthed 'chere' and gave her another wink.
"Who the hell do yah think yah are?" Rogue growled as she shot up from her seat. He laughed as revved the bike once more and made a hand motion for her to call him. Rogue's face burned with humiliation as she realized that everyone was probably staring at her.
"Miss?" someone said to her right. She turned and saw a young woman holding a backpack sitting across from her. "You better hold on to something."
"What?" Rogue raised an eyebrow, just before the bus lurched forward, sending her sprawling to the ground. She groaned.
The bus ride seemed to take forever and as soon as they reached her stop, Rogue flew out of the exit and headed for the cross walk.
She had barely pressed the button when a bike squealed to a stop in front of her. Gawd, why do yah hate meh? she asked as she looked up at the dark sky.
"Bon nuit, mon chere," Rogue swallowed nervously as her hand began to press the cross walk button furiously. A deep, laugh echoed around her. "You can press it all you wan', but dat light not gonna change any quicker."
"Go away, swamp rat." Rogue snapped as she pulled her hand away from the pole.
"So y' do remember Remy," He grinned and looked her up and down appreciatively. He'd briefly seen her out fit that morning when she squeezed past him to get out of the elevator. He looked back down at her gray twill skirt and matching jacket as a mauve colored dress shirt peeked from the collar. "Have a good day at work, chere?"
"Go ta hell."
"I take dat as a no," Finally, the signal of a man walking lit up and Rogue scurried across the street. "I see dat y' fine dere! Just wanna make sure y' didn't hurt y'rself when y' fell!"
"Leave meh alone!" Rogue shouted as she reached the other side and whirled around. "Ah don' know what yah were doing in mah building, but Ah hope we never run inta each other again!"
"Y' can fight it all y' want, chere," Remy said as he revved his bike once more. "Remy knows y' like 'im!"
Rogue was about to scream a few choice words at him when the light turned green and he sped off. Furiously, the green eyed brunette whipped out her cell phone. "Jean?" she nearly shrieked into the phone.
"Rogue? Rogue, what's wrong? You sound frantic!" Jean gasped.
"Ah think Ah have a stalker!"
"A brief passing in the elevator does not a stalker make," Kitty insisted as she reached over and plucked a cookie from the tray that Betsy had placed on the living room coffee table. "Maybe he works there, too."
"He can't work there!" Rogue insisted. "He was dressed like a bum at the museum-"
"Now, Rogue, I'm pretty sure they don't allow bums at museums," Jean told her calmly as she sipped on some coffee. "He might have just been dressing down that day."
"Did he smell? Maybe he just didn't bathe that day." Betsy suggested.
Rogue shook her head once more. "Uh-uh...he smelled good - Kitty, don't laugh!" The petite brunette was curled into a ball by the couch as she snickered. "Ah didn't sniff him or anything if that's what yer thinkin!"
"But you WERE close enough to get a whiff," Kitty pointed out. "I wonder why..."
"Katherine Pryde, Ah swear-"
"Calm down, luvs," Betsy sighed. She was once again nestled in Rogue's arm chair. "Rogue, it is possible that he works in your building. Lensherr isn't the only company there, you know."
"Ah know...but he didn't seem like the kind of man ta have...yah know...a day job." Rogue said with a frown.
"Are you even sure it was him?" Jean insisted. "You said that the doors were closing-"
"Ah can recognize those red eyes anywhere, sugah," Rogue told them seriously. "And they were lookin' right at meh."
"Hmm...sounds like love to me..." Kitty cooed. A pillow slammed into her face once more. "Ow..."
"Fine, let's assume that it was this Remy person in the elevator. What about on the bus?" Betsy asked.
"Ah looked out the window after Ah sat down and he was on the bike next ta us," Rogue said as she mentally recounted what had happened just an hour and a half earlier. "Ah didn't think anything of it, but then he turned his head and he winked at meh."
"Rogue, a lot of men think it's cute to wink at women while driving-" Jean began, but Rogue cut her off.
"But it was HIM, sugah! Can't yah get that? The man is stalkin' meh!"
"So you passed by him on the way home. Big deal," Kitty sighed. "It might just be a coincidence."
"A coincidence, huh?" Rogue frowned. "Well, when Ah got off the bus, he rolled up by the cross walk and talked ta meh."
"Oh, heaven forbid," Betsy rolled her eyes. "That you get picked up every now and then."
"What did he say? Did he say something offensive or too suggestive?" Jean asked, looking serious. Rogue was silently thankful that at least Jean was taking this seriously.
"No," Rogue answered. "Ah fell on the bus and he asked if Ah was alright. Then he left."
As soon as those words left her mouth, Rogue felt a heated blush rise up. Three pairs of eyes looked at her as if she had just gone insane.
"That's it?" Jean asked dully.
"Well..." Rogue sank down into her chair. "He followed me off the bus!"
"That's it, I'm going home." Kitty sighed.
"Same here." Betsy nodded.
"Yah'll are gonna leave meh like that?" Rogue shouted a she jumped up. Her friends were gathering their things. "Yah can't just leave meh!"
"We can and we shall," Betsy told her calmly. "Rogue, luv, you're obviously over reacting to this whole thing. It was a coincidence that you saw him in the elevator. And since you were coming from work, he probably was, too, thus you saw him when you were on the bus."
"But what about-"
"And he probably saw you fall on the bus and was concerned, so he stopped to ask if you were okay," Jean concluded, noticing the defeated look on Rogue's face. "He didn't follow you upstairs, he didn't even stop to see which building you went into. You're just over reacting, that's all."
"But what if Ah see him again?" Rogue asked worriedly.
"Then THANK HIM for his concern tonight," Kitty sighed. "You have to relax, Rogue. You act as if you've never had a boyfriend before."
Rogue turned beet red. "Ah am not looking for a boyfriend! AND Ah'm not over reacting!"
"Right, luv. Have a good night." Betsy gave her a quick kiss on both cheeks before following the other two down the stairs.
"Thanks for nothing yah guys!" Rogue growled as she slammed her door closed. "Some friends they are...can't even support meh when Ah need it...Ah'm not over reacting!"
She fell back against the couch and sulked for a moment before grabbing her brief case and slamming down a blue print plan she had been looking over at work. She gave it a brief once over before tossing it aside and turning on the television. She never saw the name of one of the contracted artists on one of the sheets.
"But Remy you must put it in the gallery this Friday!" Jean Paul gasped as he pleaded with the Cajun. "It'll be good publicity for your work!"
"Don't care," Remy said coolly as he walked through the sprawling gallery. It was late in the evening and he was heading out with his old friend for dinner. "Don't need the publicity."
"An artist can always use the publicity!" Jean Paul insisted. "Please, Remy! It'll be a crowning piece at my gallery!"
"Non, mon ami. Desole." Remy insisted. Jean Paul rolled his eyes and stopped in his tracks as they passed by a particular room.
"Oh! There's Piotr!" Jean Paul gasped excitedly. Remy raised an eyebrow and looked into the white washed room. There was a tall, muscled man within the room. He had a phone against his ear as he walked towards the entrance. "Isn't he magnificent?"
"Didn't know you were into dose body builder types, JP..." Remy mumbled as the towering Russian walked over.
"Ugh...I wish," Jean Paul rolled his eyes. "Straight and has a girlfriend. Cute little thing, though."
"Ah...I will call you back later, Katya. No, I will call her and tell her the good news," Piotr chuckled. Through the phone against his ear, the other two men heard a cheerful, perky voice. "Bye, Katya, I love you, too," He hung up the phone and turned to smile at the two men. "Ah, Mr. Beaubier, good evening."
"Piotr! Have I introduced you to my friend Remy?" Jean Paul smiled and Piotr extended hand to the red eyed man.
"Remy LeBeau? It's an honor to finally meet you. I saw your work for the Millenium Charity Event." Piotr said as he shook Remy's hand.
"Nice to meet y', too, homme," Remy said. He drew back his hand and shook it a bit. Piotr had one hell of a grip. "So y' work will be shown at de gallery?"
"Yes, this is my first gallery show," Piotr laughed sheepishly as a slight blush on his face. "I can't thank Jean Paul enough for accepting my work."
Jean Paul merely laughed and shook his head. "It is very deserving, Piotr, trust me," He turned to Remy. "Piotr is an architect by occupation."
Remy merely nodded his head when Piotr's phone rang. He stepped aside for a bit. "Excuse me a moment," he lifted up the phone. "Hello? Ah! Rogue, did you get my message?"
Remy's head jerked up as Piotr greeted the woman on the phone. Remy narrowed his eyes as he heard the faint sound of southern tinged laughter. "JP," Remy said as he turned to the Canadian born man. "De offer...is it still up?"
A.N. - Hello again. Unfortunately, no powers will be mentioned in this story. It would make it too complicated for me. :) Hope everyone enjoys, though! Thanks for reading!