Prompt: P.S. from ISpyANinjaAndItsMe
Pairing: Rachel/Matthew
She spends all day trying to backtrack and remember where she left her coat. It was careless and she knows it, continually berating herself as her feet pace back and forth around the briefing room, trying to remember where she left it. She's also trying to find out who would have taken it, because, for goodness sake, who takes a woman's coat?
She gives up. Just as she pushes through the doors, someone bumps into her with a familiar burgundy overcoat in his hands. She stops short.
The man's smile is wide, albeit careful. She knows him, of course. She has to know everyone because she has to know who she can trust.
Matthew Morgan (she remembers his name from countless meetings, but also from the whispers and the rumors) hands over her coat.
"It'd be a shame to lose something like this," he remarks. "Who knows what else you could have lost."
She interprets it as a pointed statement that she's too careless to work in the field and takes it upon herself to prove him wrong. He helps her into her jacket—a bit too smoothly for her liking, and as she shoves her hands into her pockets her fingers brush against a slip of paper.
Frowning, she pulls out the note to read in neat, clipped writing: P.S. Maybe we should talk over dinner.
She forces herself not to look back. Two can play at this game.