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Tobias leads me into a gray nondescript building, and I have to say, it looks pretty sketchy from the outside. I follow him inside, a little on edge.

Tobias looks back at me and notices me creeping along like I'm robbing a bank. "Uh, Tris? What are you doing?"

I shrug, embarrassed. "No offense, or anything, but your mystery workplace looks really sketchy from here."

He laughs, and it's a nice sound to hear. "Don't worry, Tris, I'm not going to mug you or call my hitmen to do it for me. Come on." He holds the door open for me, and I step inside.

The first things I notice are the CDs. They're everywhere. Stacked up against the wall, in the bookshelves, teetering in towers on the tables. I have to pick myself around random CDs on the floor. "Is it usually this messy in here?"

Tobias just grins and leads me through a door behind the CD room. Here, it's a lot neater and quieter. Suddenly I hear a voice.

"This is Zeke Pedrad, and you're listening to 95.7 WBUJ, music for the independent mind." (A/N First person to comment what movie that's from gets a shout out and a special surprise!)

"I'm working for a radio station?" I almost scream. Zeke gives me a death look from inside the booth while Tobias covers my mouth with his hand. "Mmph mmph mmph!"

Tobias, with his hand still over my mouth, gently drags me back outside to the CD room. "I took you inside because I assumed you wouldn't freak out."

I shove his hand away and smile, crossing my arms. "Well, you assumed wrong. You got me a job at a radio station!" I jump up in excitement, but I land on a CD and slip. I try to grab the edge of a table, but there's another stack of CDs there, so those go crashing down and I fall. My back lands on more piles of CDs on the floor, and creates a domino effect of CDs.

It's deafening.

"Well, I didn't get you the job yet," Tobias mutters. I look up and see a man with blond hair cropped close to his head. He wears a look of disapproval.

I pick myself up, blushing, and stick out a hand. "Hi, I'm Tris. I'm so sorry about the mess!"

He takes my hand and nods. "I'm Eric. Your potential boss."

"Yes, I, um, I'm not usually like this. Just a little excited, I guess."

"Yeah, I could hear your enthusiasm from across the station," he comments dryly. I blush again.

Tobias speaks up. "Eric, this is the new employee I was talking to you about. I'm sure she'd be a great fit for the job."

Eric looks me up and down. "I'm sure. All I know is, before she even thinks of getting a job here, she's going to clean up all of this." With that, he leaves the room.

I look at Tobias. "Well, isn't he just a ray of sunshine and rainbows?"

"I wouldn't get on his bad side. He's not the most forgiving boss to work with. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." I get down on my knees to pick up the fallen CDs. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I probably just screwed up my chances. Thanks for the help, though."

Tobias gets down with me. "I wouldn't say so. He's desperate for new help. Usually people come in for a job and meet him, then quit. You're not going to quit like that, are you?"

I snort. "As if some twenty-something guy with a good glare can scare me off. No way." I notice that he's helping me clean up all the CDs. "You don't have to help me, I can handle it."

"I'm not helping you because you can't handle it; I'm helping you because I want to."

"No, it's alright, I got it." We reach for the same CD and I swat his hand away, picking it up and adding it to the growing stack next to me.

He takes his hand and holds it to his chest in mock pain. "My chivalry seems to be underappreciated here."

I lightly push his shoulder with my hand. "Oh, valiant knight, your efforts are much appreciated, but there's no damsel in distress for you to rescue here."

He takes my hand and stands up, pulling me along with him. "Then of what services does this blonde beauty in front of me require?"

My cheeks grow hot. Did he just call me beautiful? I mentally shrug it off. He's probably continuing the joke, nothing more.

I realize he's waiting for my answer. "Just your company, my lord." I give him a crooked smile.

"I'd be happy to oblige, fair maiden." He gazes at me like I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever met. He's a very good actor!

Suddenly we hear giggling from behind us. Zeke's slipped into the room with Christina, and they're trying hard to suppress their laughter. Tobias drops my hand and turns red, stuffing his hands into his pockets. My fingers feel cold.

Zeke walks to us and claps Tobias on the back. "Come on, man, your shift starts in a minute." They walk back to the booth together while Christina comes over to me and gives me a knowing look.

I busy myself with the CDs. "Chris, I didn't know you worked here!"

"I didn't know you worked here either." She bends down and picks up a couple CDs.

"Tobias found out I needed a job, and he asked Eric if I could work here. I haven't gotten the job yet though. Eric's still deciding, I think."

Christina raises an eyebrow. "How did he find out?"

"Oh, he just texted me this morning, asking me what's up. I was job searching at the time, and I told him."

She grabs my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "Tobias texted you?"

"Yeah…" I look at her quizzically.

She shakes her head for a moment. "No, no, I mean, he texted you first?"

"Uh huh." I wrench my shoulders from her grasp. Surprisingly, I'm almost done with the CDs. "Why do you ask?"

"Tris!" she shrieks. I jump and look at her. "Don't you know what this means?"

"That he wanted to know how I was doing…?"

"No! Well, yes, but no. He likes you!"

I roll my eyes. "Christina, you're such a hopeless romantic. Just because he texted me first doesn't mean he's fallen head over heels in love with me."

"You don't get it. Tobias doesn't just talk to girls like that." We've finished cleaning up the CDs, and she leads me to a corner behind a reception desk that's groaning underneath the weight of, you guessed it, more CDs. "Tobias tries to stay away from girls as much as possible, in fact."

"Why?" This is beginning to spark my interest.

She shrugs. "No idea. I mean, at school the girls practically throw themselves at him, but he's always been pretty distant and shoves them off. He's even distant to the girls in our small group. He mostly just talks to the guys, especially Zeke, of course."

"Maybe he had a bad breakup or something."

"I don't think so." Christina shakes her head. "He's always been kind of…estranged. It's only recently that he's begun to come out of his shell a little, being on student leadership at church and all. Usually, the most we see of the Tobias that could be is during announcements." She grabs my arm. "But then I saw you! He acts completely open around you. I don't know how you do it, Tris."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Really? Because that little Middle Ages skit you put on there didn't look like 'not doing anything'." She crosses her arms and lifts her eyebrows. Is she right? Were we flirting? I think back to when Tobias called me a "blonde beauty".

"Maybe. I'm pretty skeptical of your theory though, Chris. How about we get a bite to eat?"

She just laughs. "Oh, Tris. You think that by changing the subject you're done with this conversation." She slings her arm around my shoulders and we walk out of the station together.

A/N Hey guys, thanks for reading! Please comment some ideas on where you want this story to go, as well as any critique you have. If anyone can pick out the quote I pointed out, the first person will get an aforementioned special surprise! See you guys soon!