The phone at his desk rings; he swipes it while scrolling through data one-handed to find the R.O. of a tan Camry with a partial plate. "Puckerm--," he answers automatically, before Rob interrupts. "Saw your girl in the lobby, she's heading up." Rob hangs up before he can say anything else, and his eyes automatically flick toward the elevators in the center of the floor.
Is he sure? Because, he figures, Rachel would have said something, sent him a text, whatever, if she was planning on dropping by. Unless, of course, she was stopping by for that quickie. She's just as exhausted as he is, so he doubts that it's that. Maybe she's just visiting, swinging by to say hi. Which is cool, 'cause he misses her.
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Date: 2013-02-04 02:47 am (UTC)Is he sure? Because, he figures, Rachel would have said something, sent him a text, whatever, if she was planning on dropping by. Unless, of course, she was stopping by for that quickie. She's just as exhausted as he is, so he doubts that it's that. Maybe she's just visiting, swinging by to say hi. Which is cool, 'cause he misses her.