"Thanks," Spencer/Noah said, looking around the apartment. "Wow, you've already done so much in here. It looks great!"
Almost as much as she does, huh?
Where did these thoughts keep coming from?
He mentally shook the confusion from his mind, then handed Anya/Leslie the sodas with a smile. "I brought these over 'cause I thought it'd be nice to have something to drink with our pizza," he explained awkwardly.
Gee, really? Don't you think she could've guessed that on her own?
Shut up. You're not helping anything.
Dude, I'm you. Of course I'm not being helpful.
(I love writing inner dialogue. XD It's so stupid for most of my characters! Lol.)
//lol its great
“Thank you!” ‘Leslie’ smiled, accepting the cans. “Oh, this will work out perfectly!” She led him to her small eating area. “I’m sorry, this apartment is the best I could afford… it’s pretty small, I understand if you don’t want to stay….” She looked at ‘Noah’ imploringly.
'Noah' grinned at 'Leslie', then shook his head, assuring her that it was lovely.
"Of course, I'll stay," he said, smiling. "Who needs a ton of space? That's for large companies."
“True,” ‘Leslie’ nodded. “This is all we need.” She gestured for him to sit and followed her own instruction. “Do you like pepperoni?”
//I won’t be on much this week cause I have a swim camp I’m sorry
(Darn, okay. Idk how much I'll be on anyway.)
"Yes, I do," Noah replied with a nod. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was cut off by his phone receiving a message.
DIRECTOR BARNS: Meeting with Pres. moved up. Now scheduled for 8 this evening.
Spencer checked the time. It was only 5:45 pm, so they had time to eat before they would have to leave.
"Did you get that message, too?" he asked Anya.
“Yeap,” Anya said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Encrypted, right? Dam, I hate these meetings.” She shoved a slice of pizza in her mouth.
Spencer sighed, grabbing a slice of pizza.
"Yeah, so do I, but it's gotta be done, ya know? We can't just suddenly appear," he said before taking a bite of his pizza.
“Sadly,” Anya agreed. “Whelp. Ima get ready now.” She held out the pizza box to Spencer. “Take it, or I’ll eat it all, and I’ve got to maintain my waistline.”
"I don't think one box of pizza will do that much," Spencer argued with a smile, but he took the box anyway. I mean, it was free food, so why not, right? "You sure you don't at least want a few more slices?"
(Gtg to bed. I'm exhausted and have to work tomorrow. I'll try to be on for a bit before and after work, but I can't promise anything.)
//okay. No worries. Get some sleep :) I won’t be on tm until about 6 pm pacific, so don’t worry about it :)
(Should we skip to the meeting thing?)
//probly…. it seems too complicated lol
(…Yeah…
This whole thing is very complicated. Lol.
Do you want to start, or should I?)
//oh wait I never responded to Spencer
(Well, it was your turn anyway, so why don't you start?)
"I don't think one box of pizza will do that much," Spencer argued with a smile, but he took the box anyway. I mean, it was free food, so why not, right? "You sure you don't at least want a few more slices?"
“Nah, but thanks though,” Anya said, walking with him to the door. “See you in a few.”
//maybe we cover them getting ready and stuff and then we skip over to them leaving?
//maybe we cover them getting ready and stuff and then we skip over to them leaving?
(Yeah, that was kinda my plan for my next post.)
Spencer smiled at Anya and said, "See you," before heading back to his apartment. He stuck the pizza box under one arm so that he could unlock his door, then stepped inside and put the box in the fridge. He wasn't really hungry anymore, anyway. It must've been the nerves.
Since when do I get nervous about this? he wondered, shaking his head as he walked to his bedroom. Oh. Right. Maybe since I'm meeting with the president of the United States. Yeah, that could be it.
Anya calmly swept away all evidence of their impromptu dinner party and changed into formal buisiness attire: a tight black skirt and a white blouse tucked into it, with a black jacket to tie it together. Her shoes were the only touch of color: black heels with paint-splotches of pink. She let her hair fall over her shoulders in ringlets, and, satisfied with her disguise, slipped into Leslie’s personality and left her apartment. She knocked on Spencer’s door and said, “Noah? I’m ready. Thank you again for letting me borrow your car.”
(Aw, bummer. Okay.)
Spencer decided to wear a simple, black suit and tie. Unfortunately, he had never learned how to tie a tie. He was fumbling with it when he heard a knock on his door and Anya's voice coming through it.
Still trying to figure out what he was doing with the tie, he opened the door for her. "Leslie! It's no problem at all. I'm glad to be able to help you," he said, smiling at her. He finally looked up at her, noticing how amazing she looked. "Wow… You look great."
“Thanks,” Leslie smiled. “Need help with the tie? My poppa taught me how when I was going through the ‘I hate dresses’ phase.”
"Please. My mother never got to teach me," Noah replied with a nod. He dropped the tie and to let Leslie take it.
