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Chapter 3
Anne curled up on the couch, pulling a red notebook out of the pile of mess she had carried up to the catwalk. She flipped open to a black page and started scribbling down notes. Heels clicked toward Anne and a soft "Hey" pulled her out of her thoughts. Cam stood a few yards away, bag slung over her shoulder. Anne sat up slightly, flashing her boss a smile.
"Hello Dr. Saroyan." Cam nodded before throwing a thumb over her shoulder.
"Everyone has left Dr. Watson. There is no longer a reason for you to be here." Anne's smile turned into a grimace.
"Sorry Dr. Saroyan, I was just writing. do you want me to leave?" Cam shook her head, holding up a hand as Anne started to stand up.
"No, no. You're fine. Just wanted you to know that you no longer have anything to do for today." Anne stopped, shrugged.
"The other day I found that this is a great place to escape to, especially to write. If you don't mind I think I'll stay here a bit longer, spend a little more time alone with my thoughts." She said it like a question and Cam agreed, bid her goodnight, and left.
Finding herself alone once more, Anne went back to work. She had compiled a list of half a dozen story ideas. She could do a book of poems for children with deeper meanings to them, but what kind of poems. And what about doing Haikus? She could also do The Adventures of Little Miss May that she had been thinking about. It would be wonderful to write a series, she had always wanted to, but a series like that tends to go on for a long time, to the point where the books just become awful as the writer runs out of ideas. "I can just stop when ever I want" Anne murmured aloud, scrawling down more notes. I also want to do the one about a frog-
"You know you never gave me your number." Anne jumped off the couch, spinning around to look at Aubrey who was standing on the main floor. "Did you forget, or was that just your subtle way to try and get rid of me?" She laughed, shaking her head. A small smile found it's way onto Aubrey's face as he watched the Doctor.
"Definitely the former. It completely slipped my mind. Here, stay right there." Anne spun around, tore a page out of her notebook, jot something down, and started to fold it. She turned back around, leaning against the railing and let the paper airplane float down to the man below. Aubrey caught it with ease.
"A paper airplane." He turned it over in his hands. "Love making this things. Use to throw them around the class room." The smile never left his face as he spoke. Unfolding the airplane, Aubrey squinted down at the paper. "Ooo. A number and an address. This day keeps getting better and better." Anne chuckled.
"You know it." She paused before continuing. "You know, I have a question for ya."
"Shoot." Aubrey looked up from the paper.
"What's a big, scary, FBI man doing flirting with a 'squint'?" His eyes sparkled, like he knew something she didn't.
"Well, everyone needs a sweetheart. Even Superman needs his Lois Lane." Anne raised an eyebrow.
"Are you calling yourself Superman?" Aubrey raised his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, can't deny the truth. I am Superman." Anne groaned, shaking her head.
"I don't see it."
"What! How can you not see it! I look just like Superman."
"No, no, no, no, no. Just because you have dark hair and blue eyes does not instantly make you Superman."
"So what is it then?"
"I'm sorry! You're just Clark Kent, you don't look the part." Aubrey stopped, processing her words for a minute.
"So what you're saying is, I'm not attractive enough to be Clark Kent?"
"Yes." Aubrey put a hand on his chest in mock offense.
"Well then, If I'm not good enough to be your Superman, I think I'll leave." He turned on his heels to leave.
"Wait! Aubrey! I'm not saying you're not attractive, just not in a Clark Kent way." The words tumbled out of Anne's mouth as she desperately tried to stop Aubrey. He turned back around, a smirk plastered to his face. He fixed his tie while saying, "You think I'm attractive?"
Anne stopped, mouth hanging open and heat climbing up her face. Aubrey chuckled. "Don't worry, I think I'm very attractive as well." This snapped Anne out of her trance so she could tease, "Ever so modest."
"That's me, oh." Aubrey snatched his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed. "Shoot." He looked up at Anne. "Sorry, I have to go, got to fill out boring paper work That's due tomorrow. I'll call you, Airplane girl."
"See you later, 'Not Clark Kent.'" Anne followed Aubrey's laughing form with her eyes, hoping to see him again soon.
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