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Prompt #21: Arm - Being his guide had its benefits. But mostly she liked how she felt standing beside him.
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Being the guide of August Anderson was a pretty sweet set-up. For a number of reasons, actually.
The most obvious is that you get a great-looking guy on your arm. The glares of jealousy from every other woman in the room warm your skin like a soft blanket, if a little annoying.
Second most obvious one is that Auggie relies on you. In a working environment where you're the one who depends on Auggie's help to navigate an op, it's a welcome change to help him navigate life in general.
Another perk is the fact that having said guy is a good deterrent against sleazy guys. While blind, Auggie is built enough to keep the men away. Not to mention much better company than most men you've ever met.
Also, being beside him meant that you get close enough to breathe in his unique scent as much as you wanted. Auggie smells great, some sort of cologne that you couldn't really place, mixed with his shampoo and another smell that was pure male and pure Auggie.
And let's not forget how you like simply standing so close beside him. You seem to fit perfectly at his side, and it's a place you love to occupy whenever the opportunity arises.
But the most amazing part about being Auggie's eyes was the fact that, as long as you're with him, he'll never let go of you. His hand latches on above your elbow, and come hell and high water, nothing is going to pry it off you.
"Annie?" You look up to see your handler leaning against your desk, a heartbreakingly boyish grin on his face.
God, he'll be the death of me. "Yeah Auggie?" you reply.
"Um, are you free tonight?"
"...Why?"
"I have to do a favor for Joan, some surviellance of a mark," he says. "It's just listening, but nothing says suspicious like a guy flying solo at a swanky charity ball." He shrugs. "Wondering if you'd care to help me look more distinguished."
"Depends," you tease. "How distinguished are we talking?"
His grin gets wider. "Well, I believe "good enough to pass as a girlfriend" were Joan's exact words."
No lie, the word girlfriend make your heart skip a beat like a schoolgirl. "And I'm gonna have to hang off your arm all night?"
"That too."
You pretend to think about it for a grand total of ten seconds. Any shorter and his ego would swell to enormous proportions. "Sure. I have a nice dinner dress gathering dust in my closet. Pick you up at six?"
"Sounds good." He reaches down and pats your hand. "I'll bring you a corsage."
"Dork."
"I knew I could count on you, Annie."
You squeeze his hand back. "Always, Auggie."
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