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freshoffthefarm) wrote2012-02-17 06:49 pm
freshoffthefarm) wrote2012-02-17 06:49 pm
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[AU] ... from the 'meet at a different time' meme
After two years at the Agency, Annie's job hadn't gotten any better (or worse). Sure, it had it's downsides - namely, being shot at (or being shot), but the biggest one had to be the Agency parking lot.
She could never, ever find a parking spot.
Of course, the morning that she'd gotten up early and proceeded to spill coffee on her first outfit, had to jump start her car and then fill a tire with air? She managed to get behind the chatty son-of-a-bitch in the compensation car at the guard shack. She sat there, plotting the ways to key his car without actually getting caught and then he'd moved on.
Smiling at the guys in the shack, she showed her ID, waited until they'd looked under her cars with mirrors, and then picked up the pace on the way to the agent parking lot.
It just wasn't her morning.
The short cut she took through the visitor lot took her right past the spots in front for all the diplomats and the Agency hotshots. She didn't see Mr. Compensation trying to adjust his parking until she'd plowed into his rear bumper.
She could never, ever find a parking spot.
Of course, the morning that she'd gotten up early and proceeded to spill coffee on her first outfit, had to jump start her car and then fill a tire with air? She managed to get behind the chatty son-of-a-bitch in the compensation car at the guard shack. She sat there, plotting the ways to key his car without actually getting caught and then he'd moved on.
Smiling at the guys in the shack, she showed her ID, waited until they'd looked under her cars with mirrors, and then picked up the pace on the way to the agent parking lot.
It just wasn't her morning.
The short cut she took through the visitor lot took her right past the spots in front for all the diplomats and the Agency hotshots. She didn't see Mr. Compensation trying to adjust his parking until she'd plowed into his rear bumper.
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Four dates in two weeks. It was a lot for him, but he figured if it was moving too fast, Annie would let him know.
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Annie had completely lost track of the number of dates they'd gone on and she really didn't care. Dinner sounded nice.
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"If you want to give me a call when you're ready to go, I can meet you downstairs...?" She trailed off, not quite sure how to go about arranging dinner when leaving from work. It was all very new to her.
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He wasn't planning on going anywhere fancy, but it might eliminate some workplace rumors if they decided to surface.
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It would give her a chance to go home and put on something a little more appropriate for dinner than her work clothes. "I'll see you around seven or seven thirty, then?"
She finished off her coffee as she looked at him expectantly, aware that she was losing all her 'cool points' by doing so.
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"See you then."