The Beach
"Ah, the company we keep." She smiles lazily at him and rolls her eyes as Danny, Lindsay and Hawkes chat animatedly over Chinese. Various files are scattered, some lying open and others shut, amongst the cartons of food. "Anyone would think we like being at work."
He smirks and takes a bread roll, sliding a plastic knife through it and spreading on a layer of butter. "We do like it, don't we?"
"Well, yes," she admits. "Sometimes. But, Mac. It's getting to the point where we have no life. We both need to get the hell outta here for a couple of days and just breathe."
"I'm quite happy to 'just breathe' here."
"Does here have bikinis though?"
He is silent for a moment, taken off-guard. He places the knife down on the table and swallows and then looks up at her. "No?"
She smirks. "Do you like bikinis?"
He looks even more confused. "Sure?"
"You. Me. The beach. How about it?"
If at all possible, his eyebrows rise higher. The corners of his mouth slowly follow, but there's an uncertainty about him as if he doesn't know whether she's serious or not. He clears his throat. "Uh,
Stel?"
"If you're gonna ask if I'm serious, the answer depends on whether you say yes to it or not," she fills in. Leaning over, she playfully jabs a slender finger into his shoulder. "So, Mac. What do you think?"
"I...uh."
"Hey Stella!" Lindsay calls. "Mac! Come listen to this!"
She frowns slightly at the interruption, but quickly regains her smile. "Sure Lindsay. We'll be there in a moment."
"Let's not keep them waiting?" he suggests. There's a nervous undertone to his voice and the phrase 'saved by the bell' enters her mind.
"Sure, Mac," she agrees. "But you're not getting out of this that easily! We're finishing this conversation later."
His face is still flushed a deep red when they move over to sit by the others.
fin.