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Story: In Love After Office Hours
She noticed him glancing at his watch as he spoke and frowned thoughtfully, trying to recall if they had any important meeting scheduled for today.Mm.She reached for her appointment book and flipped to today's page.Odd.There was nothing scheduled for today so—-
A phone alarm suddenly sounded off, and Pippi jumped in surprise.
"Finally," she heard Gareth mutter just before reaching for the remote control to switch the TV on.
Oh no.
The last time he had done this, she had ended up with a broken heart.
"Are you waiting for today's stock report?" she asked hopefully.Please say yes. Please say yes.Because if this ended up being abouthimagain -
"Actually," Gareth drawled, "there's this indie movie I've been looking forward to watching."
"Anindiemovie?" She would never have thought him the type.
Gareth grimaced. "You make it sound like I'm incapable of appreciating the arts."
"Well—-"
"Don't bother answering that," her boss grumbled. "Just grab a seat and watch this with me."
"But—-"
"It's an order, Ms. Jones."
"In that case - very well, sir." She sat back down, back straight, hands on her lap, and gaze pinned to the TV. She worked hard to keep her face expressionless as well, wanting to hide her thoughts.
An indie movie, of all things!
The credits started to roll, and Pippi sent a quick prayer to God to keep her awake. It would be horribly embarrassing if -
Wait.
Her eyes widened when she realized she was staring at her face - on the TV.
She rubbed her eyes hard.
But when she returned her gaze back to the TV, she saw that it really was her still - and it appeared to be from the CCTV footage—-
"This was the first night I met her."
It washisvoice, doing the narration for the movie.
"The woman I will love for the rest of my life, although at that time I didn't know it yet."
SHIT.
"Pippilotta Jones."
NO WAY.
"Most people call her Pippi or Pi. But I like to think of her as my little blusher."
JUST NO.
"And as you can see...it's something she does rather easily."
And then she heard the narration fade just as his voice -from that time -came barking out.
A phone alarm suddenly sounded off, and Pippi jumped in surprise.
"Finally," she heard Gareth mutter just before reaching for the remote control to switch the TV on.
Oh no.
The last time he had done this, she had ended up with a broken heart.
"Are you waiting for today's stock report?" she asked hopefully.Please say yes. Please say yes.Because if this ended up being abouthimagain -
"Actually," Gareth drawled, "there's this indie movie I've been looking forward to watching."
"Anindiemovie?" She would never have thought him the type.
Gareth grimaced. "You make it sound like I'm incapable of appreciating the arts."
"Well—-"
"Don't bother answering that," her boss grumbled. "Just grab a seat and watch this with me."
"But—-"
"It's an order, Ms. Jones."
"In that case - very well, sir." She sat back down, back straight, hands on her lap, and gaze pinned to the TV. She worked hard to keep her face expressionless as well, wanting to hide her thoughts.
An indie movie, of all things!
The credits started to roll, and Pippi sent a quick prayer to God to keep her awake. It would be horribly embarrassing if -
Wait.
Her eyes widened when she realized she was staring at her face - on the TV.
She rubbed her eyes hard.
But when she returned her gaze back to the TV, she saw that it really was her still - and it appeared to be from the CCTV footage—-
"This was the first night I met her."
It washisvoice, doing the narration for the movie.
"The woman I will love for the rest of my life, although at that time I didn't know it yet."
SHIT.
"Pippilotta Jones."
NO WAY.
"Most people call her Pippi or Pi. But I like to think of her as my little blusher."
JUST NO.
"And as you can see...it's something she does rather easily."
And then she heard the narration fade just as his voice -from that time -came barking out.
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