Day 788
I placed the finishing touches on the Christmas decorations around the Garage this morning before I left to run a few errands before any new cases could come in and throw my well-planned morning into chaos.
I still can't believe how much complaining the team still does about celebrating the holiday. Walter is honestly still the worst of all. But I'm thinking that at this point it's mostly out of habit.
I guess the joke was on me this year! I lugged in everyone's lunch order from Kovelsky's along with a small fortune in new office supplies. I didn't even realize that Walter was standing at my desk with what can only be described as mischief in his eyes until after I had dropped everything on my desk.
I knew he was waiting for some kind of response, I just wasn't sure what.
So I took my time unpacking the food and dry-erase markers. I racked my brain for what I had missed about today. It's just a random day in December, right? Walter was trying to play it cool, but failing miserably when I saw… it… Walter's big surprise.
Somehow, somewhere in the 45 minutes, I was gone from the Garage. Walter O'Brien had procured and placed a sprig of live mistletoe conveniently directly above my desk chair. My inner romantic was squealing with excitement. Now I had to play it cool,
I wanted him to feel like he was besting me with that 197 IQ of his he is so proud of, so I looked around confusedly a few moments more, hands on my hips and brow furrowed. And then I saw my opening.
He was practically gloating and wasn't paying his usual careful attention to my actions. That's when I reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him next to me right under the mistletoe, and planted a kiss on those delicious lips.
"I know that you are an admirer of ancient pagan rituals and symbols that modern America has appropriated for its celebration of the birth of a savior." He pointed at the mistletoe hanging above us. "Is my contribution to the office Christmas decor satisfactory?"
I had no words. I stood there for a moment trying to decide if I wanted to laugh at his rather ridiculously phrased but accurate assessment of the holiday celebration or kiss him senseless. But then he took the decision out of my hands by kissing me senseless first.