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Vallette strolled merrily down the street, ducking and weaving between people, not that that was hard being 5'3". The crisp air made it's way into her chest and she let out a small giggle as she got goose bumps. It was the perfect day for her, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

When Abel started to slam the window wall behind her, Charissa let out a loud yelp squeezing the coffee cup she had on her hand. Shooting a deathly glare to the aerodactyl, the woman stood up and tried to open one of the high windows, away from her reach.

Doing small jumps trying to at least take a gasp of the window’s handle, thecharmander soon withdrew of her attempts just to grab the spinning chair, and taking of her shoes she climbed up.

— WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! - yells at the boy when she finally manages to open the window wide enough for Abel to fly in. — CAN’T YOU USE THE DOOR LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE?! - continues complaining while putting on again her heels.

-His grin didn't falter in the slightest when Charissa yelled at him; he simply allowed himself to glide into the office while pushing the window shut for her before landing gently onto the floor.

For whatever reason, the longer he worked for the woman, the less threatening she seemed. And, of course, being the idiot he was, he had no issue in showing that.-

Where's the fun in being normal?

-His head cocked to the side while his wings folded back against him, his happiness not dwindling in the slightest.

Moron.-

Besides! I was flying; seemed quicker than landing and taking the elevator, don't you think?

The receptionist stood in front of Abel with a polite, yet a bit angry, smile printed on her face. If he didn’t knew who he was looking for he better not be wasting her time, but before the worker could spit a snarky comment at the dino a somehow familiar voice called for him.

— Aren’t you the delivery guy? - the woman commented as she approached Abel carrying a takeout tray filled with disposable coffee cups. She seemed to recognize him from weeks ago. — Did they send more documents? We were waiting for them, come with me. - Charissa’s secretary rushes him across the building hall straight to the elevator without waiting for a reply.

— Are you the one in charge of delivering documents to us form now on? I will ask a visitor pass for you so you don’t need to bother speaking with that woman. She is super rude. - the altaria jokes with a light smile while pushing the elevator’s button.

"Wh- Documents? No, I-"

Poor Abel didn't even get a chance to explain himself before he was herded into an elevator and cornered, his hands clutching at his satchel bag while he looked incredibly uncomfortable... Oh, God, she thought he was- Shit. This was awkward.

"I... don't have documents," he mumbled, giving the Altaria a sheepish grin, his still injured wing twitching restlessly against his side. "But I do have something for your boss. Uh."

OH NO, WHAT IF SHE ASKED WHAT IT WAS? He could not handle the embarrassment...

"... But it's private."