Chapter 3- the getaway
Spencer got in his car and drove home, the whole time thinking, 'great, next week, they will all be teasing me about being gay.' As soon as he got home however, his mind began racing in a different direction. He set his satchel down and quickly ran upstairs to grab his already packed suitcase. Spencer was going to D.C. for the weekend. He was meeting her there, and he could not have been more excited at the thought of spending an entire weekend alone with her.
By the time he arrived at the airport, her flight should already have landed. Cursing traffic, and not getting gas before work, Spencer rushed to find a sign to tell him where she would be. Moments later, he attempted to look composed as people were unloading from the flight which had thankfully been delayed. Suddenly, there she was, as beautiful as he ever remembered her being. She stood before him a confident woman scanning the crowd, no longer the high school girl who haunted his dreams. She recognized him as soon as their eyes met, which was disheartening. An old high school classmate had told him recently he looked the same as he did at age twelve as a high school grad. He hoped he had grown into a man, a doctor and an F.B.I. agent. She cast the same sweet smile at him, making him lose his train of thought. The only thing he could focus on was the pale pink ribbon hanging from her pony-tail.
"Spencer?" she asked. "Hi," was all he could get out. He noticed the hope in her tone, the smile you could tell she was wearing, even if you couldn't see her face, and the fullness of her lips, which he couldn't seem to stop looking at. "Thank-you so much for agreeing to meet me! I know my dad can be bothersome and over protective, but he insisted, and truth be told, I am glad to have someone to show me the ropes. Sorry if it is putting a crimp in your weekend plans." "No, no…" he insisted trying to concentrate on her words and not her body… "I am happy to be of assistance. Your father got me through my second Ph.D., well your whole family did. I practically lived in his study."
"Yeah, I remember. He was so impressed with you, we all were I guess. He finally got me through my B.S." she laughed, and he was instantly charmed. "Yeah, congratulations on graduating top of your class," he thought out loud. "Aw, thanks, not that a four point over five years to get a bachelors could possibly be impressive to someone like you," she joked as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Shall we get your luggage and go to the hotel?" he asked, quick to prevent an awkward silence. "Yeah," she said, and the two walked in a comfortable quiet to the luggage claim, and then to his car. He did not expect her bag to be so heavy, what could she have packed for a weekend that would weigh so much? Shoes he told himself, Morgan was always teasing Elle about shoes…
Driving to the hotel she mostly looked out the windows as he rambled off odd facts about different buildings and places in the capitol they passed. She actually seemed interested, and he was grateful to issue facts rather than have to try to manage small talk. Though he had prepared a mental list of safe subjects, and rehearsed conversations with his mirror, he doubted he would be as charming when faced with her smile. He swallowed hard, silently saying a prayer that she didn't pack any low cut shirts.