What We Get To Be
“Fuck!” She ended the call and slammed the counter.
“Uh, is everything okay?”
The voice from behind her made her jump, heart beating faster as she saw it was him, please, not today. He leaned down on the counter, a smidge too close for someone who was just a ‘friend’.
“I’m fine, I mean… I can handle it,” she shoved her phone back into her pocket and did her best not to squirm under his gaze.
“I know you better then that,” he brushed his hand against her arm, dropping his voice, “You need a place to stay, don’t you?”
She took a breath and slid her arm away, “You know I can’t let you do that.”
“Pfft,” she gestured broadly to the rows of desks outside the small kitchenette, “Take your pick.”
“You think I care what they think?”
“You should, if it got out that you were even thinking about being with me, it’d-”
“Hey,” he moved himself closer again, this time placing his hands on her shoulders, “let me worry about the press. You just worry about getting yourself to my place.”
She let out an exasperated sigh, “I won’t be known as the one who wrecked your reputation!” she took a few steps back, turning her back to him as she felt her eyes fill with tears, “You’d never forgive me.”
He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she savoured the comfort it brought. After a moment, she took a deep breath and turned back around, “You know if you do this there’s no going back, right?”
“If being with you is gonna wreck my reputation,” he pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead, ignoring the gasps that came from behind him, “then it’s a reputation I don’t want to have.”
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