forum It's cliché, but I don't care. (OxO Closed)

Started December 02, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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He snorted softly. She was the one saying sorry? “Why are you apologizing?” he asked. “I thought it was a good question.”

Anna’s mouth opened, then shut. Open, shut. Why had she apologized? She opened her mouth again to say she was sorry for apologizing, but she bit back the words. How pathetic would that look?

She blinked, startled. “You did?” Most people said it was silly. Fate was something for children and hippies to believe in, and she must be either immature or high to bring it up. But honestly, Anna did believe in fate, if only the tiniest bit.

“Pssh, yeah. I mean, it was a random question, but still a good one,” he teased. A small smirk crossed his face. “Do you think us meeting had anything to do with fate?”

Anna’s eyes widened as her cheeks heated up and turned pink against her will. Dammit!

“Oh… I’m not sure,” she replied, trying to sound indifferent. “Maybe. Though I’m not sure how much I can rely on fate based on what it’s seemed to give me the past few years of my life.”

“Hmm, well, maybe I can convince you otherwise.” He grinned. “After all, you haven’t been on a date with me yet.”

Anna gave him a disbelieving look. "Yes, well… good luck," she replied, a hint of a smirk decorating her features. "Are you really that powerful to fix a woman's life on the first date?"

“Oh, yes. Definitely. All your problems? Poof! Gone.” He laughed softly. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

Anna couldn't help but laugh in return. "That's some incredible confidence you have there." She propped her chin on her fist and gaze skeptically at him. "Would you despise me if I said I didn't? Because I'm afraid I don't. Not at all."

“Well, you may not believe me now, but I’m sure you’ll believe me later,” he teased, sipping his coffee.

Anna shook her head and lifted her own drink to her lips. "We'll see about that," she replied easily. She took a drink from her latte and sighed quietly as the liquid both warmed and energized her.

“Would you mind writing down your number for me?” he asked. “You know, just in case I need to get ahold of you for any reason.”

"Ah, yes. That would be helpful, now wouldn't it?" Anna remarked with a smirk hidden by her coffee cup. "Just in case…"

Still, she wrote it down – realizing now that the pen he'd given her earlier was still in her free hand – underneath the address of her firm. When she finished, she slid the pen and paper across the table in a single motion and sipped again from her drink.

“So, this is only for emergencies, right?” He smirked up at her as he quickly shot her a text that simply stated hello.

Anna glanced down at her phone and read the message before looking up at him. A small smile formed on her soft lips. "Yes. Only for emergencies."

“Well, that last next was definitely an emergency, love.” He grinned and sent her a wink. “I’ll be looking forward to our date.”

Anna rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Of course, it was." It took her a minute, but she felt a shock run down her spine as she realized that he'd called her 'love.' She hadn't been called that in a while. It was nice. "As am I," she replied. "What time should I be expecting you?"

McKay paused for a moment, thinking. It could be hard to find time for anything with his crazy work schedule, but he guessed he would just have to make time for their date. “Hm. Well, I guess we’ll meet in the evening. Does 6 work?”

"Six works wonderfully," Anna agreed. She glanced down at her phone, the screen still lit up with her email inbox, and frowned yet again as it refreshed. Still no email. Nathan could really be infuriating sometimes.

“Still having trouble with your work?” He chuckled. “I gotta say, being an attorney sounds like a pretty difficult job.”

"Yes," Anna answered, looking up at him with a slight frown lingering. "It very much is. I actually have an interrogation tomorrow morning. Murder trial. Should be fun." She said the last bit with a hint of sarcasm.

“A murder trial. How curious.” He leaned back into his chair. “I guess you can’t share any of the details, can you?”

Anna smiled allusively and tapped her finger on the table. “Not until the trial goes public. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Pssh, not even the small details?” He smirked at her and crossed his arms over his chest. “How boring is that?”

Anna blushed lightly at his smirk, but she sat up straighter and leaned ever so slightly towards him across the table. "Do you want me to get in trouble?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.

“Hmm… I wouldn’t tell anyone, dearest,” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “But if it’s really that important…”