Sam Wilson's pretty boy

They want to act like high levels of sickness whether it be airborne or foodborne are normal and not the responsibility of agencies like public health or food safety regulation so they can get away with dismantling them.

So, it comes as no surprise when you lean against your car door in the school parking lot, waiting for him, and spot your boyfriend walking out. However, he isn’t alone, a woman walks right beside him. The parking lot is almost empty by now, making you realise it took Ryland much longer than usual to pack up after today’s parent-teacher meeting.

He hasn’t spotted you yet, still engaged in whatever conversation they are having. He seems to be talking a lot, which he always does, his expression serious as he likely discusses her child’s performance. The problem is that parent-teacher meetings are supposed to happen inside the classroom, yet this woman has followed him all the way to the parking lot. To make matters worse, she shuffles closer to his arm as they walk.

Now, you know Ryland isn’t interested in anyone else, especially not a parent who complains more about the curriculum than actually making sure her kid studies, but seeing her lean toward his arm sparks irritation in your chest.

Suddenly, Ryland looks in your direction and spots you. A bright smile instantly spreads across his face, making him momentarily forget the conversation he is trapped in.

“Mr Grace, are you listening?” you hear the woman ask as they draw closer to you.

He blinks, snapping out of his daze, and turns his head back to her, “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t share my personal contact details. School policy restricts the faculty from sharing personal data with others. The school board does an amazing job of keeping parents posted on everything, so there is actually no need to reach out to me directly”

Oh, so she asked for his number.

He stops once he is within arm’s reach of you. “Hey, you’re here” he breathes, looking down at you.

You glance at the woman once before focusing your attention on Ryland. “Yeah” you reply, giving him a tiny smile. “Hey, Ry” you greet, closing the distance between you both by taking a step closer.

“Sorry I’m late” he smiles, before turning back to the parent, who is now staring at how close the two of you are standing. “Uh, alright, well, I’ll get going now. Don’t worry about your child’s progress, they’re doing just fine” Ryland adds, using his polite, professional teacher voice, “Um, so, bye. Have a good day”

The woman does not look pleased, “But...we still have some things to discuss, Mr Grace”

Feeling another spark of annoyance, you step even closer to Ryland until your arm touches his. “Let’s go home, Ry?” you ask, looking at him.

He looks at you, his expression softening, before he turns back to the lady one last time. “I’ll address any further queries at the next parent-teacher meeting” he says hastily, clearly having had enough of the interaction.

“Okay” she mutters. She shoots a sharp look in your direction before turning on her heel to head back into the school to fetch her kid.

The parking lot is empty, leave for the two of you and the parent making her way back into the school. However, she slows her pace, casting a lingering look back over her shoulder at Ryland.

You’ve had enough of this.

Before the woman can even take her eyes off him, you grab Ryland by the front of his jacket. Ryland lets out a soft gasp, his blue eyes widening. Before he can ask what you are doing, you pull him down into a deliberate kiss.

For a second, Ryland’s brain short-circuits. But the hesitation vanishes instantly. His hands find your waist as he melts into the kiss, completely forgetting about the empty parking lot and the school property.

When you finally break the kiss, your faces inches apart. Ryland’s cheeks are flushed, his breath comes a little faster, and his eyes are dazed as he stares at you.

Behind him, the single mother looks shocked. When she realises that you’re looking at her, she spins back around, mortified, and practically rushes to the school doors. The doors clicks shut behind her, leaving the parking lot silent.

Ryland lets out a breath that is half-laugh, half-sigh, resting his forehead gently against yours. His hands are still wrapped around your waist.

“Wow” he breathes, a playful grin spreading across his face, “Not that I’m complaining, at all, but where did that come from?”

You arch an eyebrow, leaning back just enough to look into his amused eyes, “She was clearly interested in you, Ry. Quite obviously, with the way she was leaning on your arm and trying to get your number”

Ryland’s smile widens, letting out a low chuckle, enjoying the realisation that you are jealous, “Was she? I honestly didn’t even notice. I was too busy trying to figure out how to escape the curriculum complaints. But if being cornered by annoying parents gets me greeted like this, I might have to start extending my office hours”

the way both stratt and grace stops at some point as the tied of people just keeps going, how he stops, he's not looking at her but he is facing her direction

how she stops and waits for him, how she keeps turning back to keep an eye on him and just waits for him to come back to her side

plus

the way he keeps giving looks in her direction as he speaks with yao

the main purpose of this scene is to state grace would never want to be in space for the shock that comes later when stratt has to send him to work best, also is to state that rocky is that someone grace was brave for

they match each other's freak- NO!! they match each other's stupid

humanity's first miscommunication with an intelligent alien race <333

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