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"Wouldn't say no to anything with you involved. I'll just stay here while you finish up the fingerprints."
"I just have to set the computer up so when there's a match found, they'll go to my laptop at home so then I can quickly email the results to Nisa. Technology has gotten way better in the field of forensics. And I'm delighted I'm in this time rather than the old days."
"Okay, well, if that's not going to take long, I'll just hang out with you in here rather than go into your office to snoop."
"You can snoop, but just know that I could find anything that you've misplaced in that office, so it wouldn't really be a good outcome for you."
"And what would you do?"
I go to my computer to start computing where to send the results. "Did you forget that I'm a forensic scientist? My evidence would be spotless."
I turn around and wink at him. Programming this only takes a minute, and soon, we are leaving the building. I can't wait to lay in bed with this handsome specimen next to me. It's going to be an excellent end to this busy day. We start walking towards my apartment.
***
Opening the door to my apartment, Archer and I walk in together. This place is definitely bland compared to his. "I'm sorry for the lack of color or personality. That will change once I find a place that I want to settle into." I think again about his house.
"It looks like something I could see you living in. Very gray, just like your work." I give him a look. "I'm kidding, Daph. I understand that you're renting this place. It's not truly yours, so why
should you make it feel like yours. I used to do that before I bought my house."
"Does it feel nice to own your own space and not have to worry about being kicked out or rent going up?"
"Well, yeah, that's an added bonus, but I mostly enjoy the freedom that I have with doing whatever I want. Like I redid the kitchen last year. It needed it done badly." How the hell could he afford that amazing kitchen on an agent's salary?
"Isn't it weird that we barely know each other, yet things keep happening between us?" This thought has crossed my mind for a while now. I barely even know how old he is.
"And how do you propose we fix that?"
"Hm, a little game of twenty-one questions?" Did I just ask him that this isn't high school anymore?
He laughs and goes, "I definitely did think you were going to say we can talk over dinner, but that works. It will make me feel younger, like high school."
I kind of feel foolish for asking, but he's got a playful smile on, so I know that the laugh was merely a reaction to an oddly asked question. "I'll make some popcorn and put a frozen pizza in the oven
if that's okay with you?"
"That's fine with me because I'm starving, but next time, I'll cook for us. After we go grocery shopping, of course. Who knows what you have in that fridge of yours." He's right about that. I have nothing of real sustenance; I usually get takeout.
"You can make yourself comfy on the couch. I'll just be a couple minutes. I'm also going to change. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some from when my uncle used to visit."
"Sure, that'll work. Thank you." I go into the spare bedroom and rummage through the dresser for men's pants. Finding some, I bring them out to him and inform him that he can change in here or in the guest bathroom. Before I do that, I preheat the oven to 400° and pull out a sheet pan from the cabinet next to it. Thankfully, I found a pizza with no pepperoni since Archer doesn't eat pork.
Unwrapping the pizza, I put it on the pan and then go to my room to change. Hm, what to wear. I should go comfy, but the little voice in my head is saying to pick something sexy. I compromise a little bit and put on a slip that is the comfiest thing I own. The dark blue slip shows off the curves I have in a way that I know he's going to be hard when I walk back in. I go to my en suite and quickly put
my hair up and put on deodorant.
Walking back out, I find Archer in the kitchen, opening the door to the oven and putting the pizza in. It must've already preheated. I guess picking my outfit out took time. I see that he's also making popcorn. That means he went through my cabinets, but I don't mind so much.
"Thank you for starting the popcorn and pizza." The microwave dings, and I grab my glass popcorn bowl. My sister got it for me and says I need to 'at least be aesthetic.' Whatever that means, the way she speaks, you can definitely tell she's of the younger generation. But we're only five years apart, so it's not a huge difference. I go into the living room, and I can feel Archer looking me up and down. This night is looking like it's going to be in my favor.
I put the popcorn in the bowl and turn towards Archer, "We can go sit on the couch. The only thing I really upgraded from my old apartment was the couch. I wanted something comfy and modern looking, so if I have multiple guests over, it looks like I'm put together, and they are at least comfortable."
He sits down and says, "Wow, this is actually a very
comfortable place to crash. And by the way, I think I like it better when you wear your sleeping clothes rather than your work clothes."
I laugh, "Well, we wouldn't want people to pass out if I walked in looking like this now, would we?"
