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"You look…different," Teyla says.
"Yeah?" John is pulling on his suit jacket.
"Yes." Teyla hands him a file. "Here is the report on the Hennessey case."
"Great," John takes it from her and puts it into his filing cabinet. "I'll take a look at it tomorrow."
"Are you alright?" Teyla asks. John seems…off. Anxious.
He sighs. "My father's company has this thing tonight."
It is the first time that she has heard John mention his family. "I see, and this is a…bad…thing?"
He shakes his head, "Anything involving my father is a bad thing." He nervously adjusts his tie. "And I hate all the corporate galas. It's all people in designer clothes throwing money around."
She thinks that she can understand why John hates it. He has always seemed more comfortable in the field or on the beach with a surfboard. Picturing him in board shorts was natural. Seeing him here, in a suit, was not.
There is a knock on the door and Teyla turns. The woman at the door is a brunette; she's wearing a cocktail dress that does not seem to quite fit the beach vibe that she exudes. "Sorry," she says, "I'm not interrupting your work, am I?"
"No," Teyla smiles. "I was just dropping off some paperwork."
"Oh, that's good to hear, we're already running late." She holds out her hand, "Chaya," she says.
Teyla introduces herself and then adds, "I hope you two have a wonderful time tonight."
"I'm sure we will," Chaya says with a smile.