AN: This is a short one since I'm sick and doped up on painkillers (

Basically it's just some Robin/Marian interaction. There will be more of big sis Sarah in later chapters.

Confidence is king

Outside confidence is king
I am all that you're projecting
Inside feel the rising tide
And the revolutions deafening

Robin walked through the lobby of O.M.W. (Ogden Murphy Wallace), one of the biggest law firms in town, with great confidence in his steps. But on the inside he felt everything but calm. The magnitude—or stupidity—of what he was about to dowas beginning to sink in. It shamed him yet excited him at the same time. Ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach he headed straight for the receptionist's desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for a Marian Fitzwalter, is she by any chance working today?" he said and smiled sweetly to the petite blond woman behind the counter.

"Yes, I believe Ms Fitzwalter is here, I spoke to her personally just a few minutes ago. Normally you would find her in her office on the second floor but I doubt she is there right now," the receptionist told him and lowered her voice in conspiracy," She came in late this morning and apparently her boss was not too pleased, so he sent her down to sort through the archives in the basement."

She paused and motioned towards the waiting area. "Please, have a seat and I will try to get a hold of her and let her know that you are here. I'm sure she won't mind the interruption."

Robin did as he was told and was in the middle of flipping through the classified section of the Press Gazette when Marian, a few minutes later, stepped into the lobby.

Robin couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bounced and her hips swayed as she came sauntering towards the reception desk.

"Hi! Over here!," he called out to her as she passed by him without as much as a glance in his direction. Not sure she could hear him he started waving at her to attract her attention.

When Marian finally noticed his jerking arms she hesitantly swirled around and waved back, giving him a confused, I-see-you-but-am-not-sure-why-you're-here kind of look.

Smiling somewhat nervously, Robin motioned for her to come over. "Why so surprised? Told ya we'd meet again didn't I?!" he greeted her.

"How on earth did you find me? Marian asked in astonishment, trying her best to look serious, but the corners of her mouth was twitching as she fought back a smile.

"Uhm…I'm not sure I should tell you. ..I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I'm not a stalker I swear.".

"Okay, fine, you don't have to tell me. I think I have a pretty good idea. You recognized the logo on my nametag didn't you?"

"Sort of…I looked it up in the phone book," he admitted with a grin. "Your phone number wasn't listed so I thought I'd give this place a shot…."

"So, are you going to tell me the reason you're here?"

"Sorry! Uhm.. I came by because I was hoping maybe you would like to have lunch with me. If you haven't taken your break already that is...You interested?," he asked with what he hoped was a convincing smile.

"No..."

"No?"

"No, I haven't eaten yet and yes, I would love to join you for lunch," Marian grinned, secretly enjoying the sound of confusion in his voice. "I just need to clear it with my boss first. "

"No you don't! Leave that to me!," the blond receptionist suddenly chimed in. She had obviously been following their conversation with great interest from her position behind her desk and didn't hesitate to offer her help.

"Go, have fun!! I'll let the slave driver know where you are. Just get out of here before that hunk of a man you got over there changes his mind and leaves without you," she winked at her younger colleague and smiled brightly at the Robin.

"You heard her, let's get out of here, shall we?!" Robin suggested with a chuckle as he hooked his arm in hers and began steering an astonished Marian towards the big glass door.