"Sorry, I'll get out of here", said John. "There are some fans out there who kind of follow me when I'm in Cali and I sign their autographs and take pictures, but this is the first time they've crossed the line into insanity."
Charlie heard the squealing from before, but this time, it was right outside her door and the intrusion kinda pissed her off a bit. Sighing, she rose from her desk, put on her very best ghetto medic face, and said "Stand here, behind the door. I'll get them out of here."
John looked skeptical. He'd seen a lot like them, and they had a lot of perseverance when they thought they were on his trail.
Pulling open the door, she stared down the one that appeared to be the leader of the pack. "When you woke up this morning, did you intend to spend the night in jail?", Charlie hissed. "Because that's where you're headed if I call the police. I don't have the time to mess around with the security detail here, I just go directly to the cops, and do you know what menacing public safety personnel while they are on duty is? No? Can you say felony? I'm WORKING IN HERE!"
She found herself staring into four sets of deer-in-the-headlights eyes. "GET OUT!", she yelled-which did the trick, the interlopers ran back the way they came, with Charlie hot on their heels to make sure they went out the door and that it was secured.
Rounding the corner back to the hallway where her office was, there was John, leaning against the doorway, trademark lopsided grin in place.
"What?" she said.
"I don't think I've ever seen that happen before, none of the Divas can ever get them to budge."
She chuckled. "Have you ever heard of 'game recognizes game'? Well, they recognized mine, and where they sit on that particular food chain. I work in Oakland. If I'm not convincingly scary now and then, I wouldn't make it."
"Would I be bugging you, if I went and got my stuff and hung out in here til you left?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself."
He smiled at her and offered his hand. "John Cena. Wrestler. Damsel in Distress."
"Damsel? Yeah, okay." she smiled at him and shook his hand. "Charlotte Post. Paramedic. Supergirl. All around good egg."
It was his turn to laugh. "You are SO not a Charlotte." He turned his head sideways to try and look at her ID badge.
"If you ever call me Charlotte, you and I are going to tangle. I go by Charlie, unless I'm signing something.", giving him a "I'm not BSing you" look.
"Tangle? Really? I'm going to remember that, but maybe not for the reason you think! Back in a minute."
Charlie rolled her eyes, turned back to her laptop and muttered "Boys...oy. Can't live with 'em, but vibrators aren't good enough."