This is a series of drabbles written for a challenge. 100 drabbles/short works from a list of 100 themes. I do this challenge in order, for instance I don't do theme 25 before theme 13.
The chapter titles are the actual titles given to the works, and I present the theme in bold above the work. For instance, the work for theme 1 is titled "Late Night Company," and the theme was "Excuse Me," so the chapter is titled "Late Night Company" and right before the chapter, in bold, is written "Excuse Me."
Excuse Me
"What are you doing here?" Her soft voice was concerned as she timidly stepped through the doorway and approached him. "It sure is late, Hatori." He looked up at her from some medical charts. His sleek black hair was tousled from running his fingers through it too much.
"I had work to do," was all he said, and then he looked back down at the papers on his desk. Without a word she set down her purse and crossed the room. In the background he could hear her stir, and finally several minutes later she brought him a steaming mug of coffee. She offered it to him, silently went to fetch herself a cup of her own.
"You didn't have to," he began, "why are you here, besides?"
"I was coming home from Mayu's and I saw the light on." She said brightly. She approached him again, holding her own mug of coffee close to her face. The steam from it warmed her cheeks. "Excuse me—is this inconvenient? Am I bothering you?"
"No, not at all." Minutes passed in silence then. He scribbled scratchily with his pen, would get up and retrieve papers from a filing cabinet. She simply watched him as she sipped her coffee, now sitting on the chair by her own desk. Half an hour later she checked his coffee—it was cold, the cup half empty. She dumped it out and gave him a new one while he got something out of the other room.
When he came back he took a large sip, gasped at the surprising heat of it. Her eyes grew wide and she exclaimed, "Excuse me, Hatori! I'm so sorry; it was cold and I—"
"There's no need to apologize." He set it down, got back to work. She simply sat and watched him. "Thank you for staying," he offered slowly, his back still to her as he leaned over his desk, "you don't have to. But I…I thank you for your company." She smiled to herself but said nothing.
She watched him as he worked. As he flipped through papers and scratched notes with his pen. He stood up and crossed the room, leant over her desk next to her to retrieve something.
"Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me," she apologized, trying to get out of the way.
"Kana," he said, and she looked up at him, "you apologize too much. It's all right." And he turned from her. She blushed as he went back to his desk.