Bad Day
"Bad day?" Stella asks the moment she sees the frown on Mac's face. His brow is furrowed in concentration and his eyes are piercing the file on his desk without seeming to take anything in, a clear sign that he's distracted and probably more than a little annoyed.
He doesn't answer.
"Mac! Hello?" she tries. Nothing. She sighs inwardly.
This could be fun, she muses.
She walks up to his desk and without warning, slaps her palms down on its surface, resulting in a loud 'clap!'. "Hey!"
Mac blinks – the first sign he's shown to her that he knows she's there – and slowly turns his head. "Stella," he replies calmly. "Was there something you wanted?"
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, Mac. I want you," she says, pausing for a moment for emphasis, "to finish up here and come to dinner with me. You need a break."
He looks her over with calculative eyes as if surprised by her proposition. Eventually, he offers a reply. Short and simple. "Okay."
Stella smiles. Finally, success! "I'll meet you out front in five minutes. I have to grab my jacket."
He nods and she takes it as permission for her to leave. She finds him as instructed, out front, not long after, her jacket slung over her arm.
"Let's go," she says, slipping her hand in his and steering him down the street. Her next words are teasing and earn her a grin. "Time to have some fun for a change."