What was this guy’s problem? No matter how much she tried, she failed at hiding how amused she was at this conversation he seemed to be having entirely on his own. A smirk on her lips, her eyebrows quirked up and she folded her arms across her chest. “It’s… fine.” Her smirk grew wider. “Really, groveling isn’t attractive.” From the look on his face, she could tell he didn’t exactly appreciate that comment which amused her all the more.
As he pushed passed her, she stepped aside a bit and gave him a curious look. Her eyes followed him and she almost turned to continue towards her office before stopping. “You know, I’d listen to anyone’s nonsense if they bought me a drink. But…” she paused for a moment and bit down gently on the corner of her bottom lip. That was one of her tics. She looked him up and down and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Well, you’d probably end up spilling it on me, anyway.” She hoisted the bag up her shoulder again and turned to make her way down the hall.
He was pretty intent on leaving and heading home before she mentioned a drink. He slowed his walk a little bit and had come to a full halt at the last sentence. He made an ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ completely unimpressed face before raising an eyebrow and turning to face her again. “I beg your pardon?” He narrowed his eyes at her as she seemed to continue down the hall.
“Hey!” He called after her and started in her direction. This was also a dumb idea, he should have just ignored it and headed ‘home’. “Excuse me…” He almost snarled. He stopped moving and stared at her. “One; doctor, steady hands. Two; you don’t even know me, maybe if I did spill a drink, it would be on purpose. And three; I could easily drink you into the ground…” The last part should have definitely been left out… But he said it anyway. Though it could have easily been worse. There was something else he wanted to add, but figured the drink thing might be enough before he got himself into some trouble.