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"Yes. Why not?… I mean, if you don't want to-" He was a little surprised by her reaction, not meaning to annoy her that much.
"Yes. Why not?… I mean, if you don't want to-" He was a little surprised by her reaction, not meaning to annoy her that much.
"No, no, I… I'm just surprised you asked, that's all," she replied.
Why was she surprised? Oh well. "Sorry." He apologized for surprising her.
"It's fine." Robin briefly composed herself and started to show him the fundamentals of the program.
He took careful not of everything she did. Every so often he'd say something like, "Nice!" or "What?".
"That's pretty much the basics," she finished. "Like I said, the more familiar you are with the program and the more you use it, the easier it is."
"Thank you! You're so smart! Well, I'd better go to work. See you!", he waved to her and left.
Robin stared after him. That was… unusual. She tried to shrug it off as she went back to her own work. Besides, it was her imagination giving her a hard time… wasn't it?
(Time skip?)
(Sure. Do you want to timeskip to getting back home after work, the next day, or getting ready to leave for Tybee Island?)
(Maybe we can do a quick thing where she comes into his office to remind him of the Warner Bros. meeting?)
(Sure.)
Isaac was sitting at his office, messaging one of his workers.
Robin knocked on the door. Her pen cap was tucked behind her ear, forgotten in her hurry.
"Come on in!"
When she came in he said, "You're pen cap is behind your ear again."
Robin blinked and reached up. "Oh…" She did her best to restrict her blush. "Uh, your meeting with Warner Bros. is in an hour, sir."
"Thanks! I think it will go well! I got the impression that they wanted to collab.", he smiled and nodded.
She nodded. "Is there anything else that you need, sir?"
"Nope! Are you all packed for Tybee Island?" Isaac couldn't wait to go back to Tybee Island. He tapped his foot excitedly.
"I believe so," she replied, sensing his excitement.
"Awesome! Me too!", he said informally. He could be as informal as he wanted on vacation.
She was caught off-guard by his informality. "Right, sir…"
"When we go to Tybee Island you don't have to call me sir." He smiled. It would be nice to hear her speak informally like a friend would.
She looked surprised. "A-Are you sure? What would you like me to call you?"
"Just Isaac! We're friends, right?" He was afraid that she'd say that she was just his assistant. Because she wasn't just his assistant.
She nodded shyly. "Y-Yes. Friends…" She tested the word on her tongue.
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