3 word prompt: Awkward Third Date. Who? Uhh, some people from DoVE-verse! :D
((OMG. WELL THEN⌠with apologies to @tybunnythehellmoose for grabbing Anna at the end there))
Grant glared at the stack of papers on his desk. In this day, in this marvelous digital age, how the ever-living FUCK was there THIS MUCH PAPERÂ he still had to deal with?Â
Fuck this, Iâm getting coffee. He stood from his chair so quickly that it shot backwards. He let it roll and headed for the break room.
Johnson, Flowers, and Somerset were all in there, laughing and talking. They straightened up when he walked in, but he shook his head. âNo, no, itâs okay, Iâm just in sore need of coffee,â he said. âPlease, do continue having a good day.â
âSorry, boss,â Somerset said. âWe were just talking about awkward dates.â
âYou had to have had some,â Flowers pressed, swooping into his personal space as he pulled a mug out. âDish!â
âYou know Iâm your boss, right?â he asked, reaching for the pot.
âI also know who youâre married to.â
Grant stopped and turned to face him. âAaaaaand, that means what exactly?â
âFord, câmon.â That was Johnson, who had been around long enough to have been Grantâs peer at one point. âWe all know what sheâs like. Sometimes Iâve questioned whether sheâs a robot or not.â
âSheâs not a robot,â he replied, feeling the need to defend the love of his life. But, before sheâd been the love of his life, sheâd been hell on goddamn Earth to him, and so he couldnât help grinning as he added, âBut we did have the most awkward third date in history, Iâm pretty sure.â
They gathered around with their coffee mugs, like overgrown children looking forward to story time.Â
And Grant just grinned wider, raised his mug to them, pressed past them and headed back to his office. The ringing sound of disappointment followed after him, and he felt so much better.
He closed the door of the office behind him, set his mug down on the desk, and sat down, leaning back in his chair and smiling at the memory. Then he set the thus-far-untouched coffee aside and headed back to his paperwork, smile still plastered on his face. He paused, then picked up his phone.
[Remember our third date?]
                               [What brought this up?]
                 [I can smell a lie through the phone, Ford]
[No, you canât, and I was. Remember it?]
                                 [Yes, of course. Why?]
[Letâs try it again tonight. What do you say?]
There was a long pause before she answered.
             [Youâre on, buddy. If you think you can keep up.]