"Seriously, Dom? You just come into my house and eat my food?" Arthur slightly rubbed his temple.
"I didn't eat anything. I've just been waiting for you. I didn't know you'd bring someone over." Dom protested.
"Well this is my place, so I can bring whoever I want. You couldn't wait at…work." There was a slight pause before the last word.
"No, not really, we need to talk, now." Dom stated.
"Now?"
"Yes, can we go talk upstairs…please."
Arthur sighed, "Fine. But make it quick. I'm not kicking her out."
Dom looked over at me and raised his eyebrow but said nothing. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking I was some random hook up, so I glared at him.
They were upstairs for about ten minutes, but it felt like forever as I waited sitting on the couch. They came downstairs and Arthur looked annoyed while Dom looked content.
"So…is everything alright?" I asked them.
"Yeah, it's just work stuff." Arthur told me. I could hear the discontent in his voice and it worried me. I could tell it was more than this so called "work stuff".
I just looked at him, silently telling him I knew he was lying. So he looked away from me. We could still read each other perfectly.
"Well, I'll leave you too alone. And your name misses?" He stepped toward me and shook my hand.
"Chryssa. And you?"
"Dom. It was nice to meet you, even if briefly. I may or may not see again. Time will tell." He looked over at Arthur and nodded at him before walking out the door.
"So, Arthur, what's extracting?" I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
He sat down on the couch and sighed, "It's nothing you should worry about."
"Uh-huh. With your expressions concerning Dom being here and when you came downstairs, it seems like a big deal to me. Arthur, I know I haven't seen or talked to you in a while, but you're still my best friend. Something is bothering you and I want to know what it is." I sat down next to him.
"Chryssa, please don't worry about it. It's just…work stuff."
"Work stuff? What kind of work stuff involves extracting that you can't tell me about?"
"Please, just forget about it."
"Are you like…in the CIA or something?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Let's go with the or something." He looked at me and smiled, "Can we just get on with getting to be with each other again?"
He made it sound like we were a couple, and I felt my face blush but I laughed it off, "Of course, how about coffee?"
"Can I just make us coffee?"
"Yes, yes you can. You make killer coffee." I laughed again. It was just like old times.
A/N: Short chapter! Short because what I want to add next fits better in a new chapter. =)