The Write Match // Bill Hader

Eight

I went to work, avoiding Bill as much as possible. John came back to my apartment after work, and he sits on my bed as I get dressed for dinner. I turn to John, away from the mirror, giving him an unsatisfied look.

"Sell it to me, Meredith. Give me another turn." He twirls his finger, signaling for me to turn around again. I groan, giving him a small spin, but look at myself in the mirror. I wear jeans, with a white t-shirt, tucked in, with a blush blazer, and of course my black heels. My hair is curled like normal, flowing down my back.

"I'm not turning again. Does this look fine or not?" I throw my hands down to my sides, and he nods his head.

"Meredith, you know it looks good, you always look good. You do need to fix your attitude for your date though." I hold up a hand in protest.

"This is not a date. This is a business meeting, we're discussing sketches and characters, that is all I agreed to." I lower my hand, and he holds his up in defense.

"You might see it as a business meeting, but I can guarantee Bill sees this as a date, because if he really wanted to talk about sketches and characters, I would be coming too." He smirks, and I roll my eyes.

"Nope. He comes to me with his ideas now, it makes sense that he would want me-" A buzz interrupts me.

"He's here, let me buzz him in." He stands and I push him back down.

"I'll do it, I don't need a grand entrance for a business dinner." I walk past him, and he comes behind, despite my argument. I let Bill in and within minutes he's in my apartment. His smile is wide, and I groan. "I was hoping you would come down with a cold or something, or maybe realize that you could start going back to John again with ideas. I guess you're healthy, and annoying." He holds a handout for me to take, and I scoff at him. "Not a chance. Ready?" I walk out of my apartment door, past him, and he follows.

"I'm so lucky, Meredith. You're coming out with me two nights a row, that has to be some kind of record." He jokes as he catches up to me. I open the main door to the street and ignore him.

"You're not lucky, you just manipulated me into coming out with you again. This is a business diner, that's all." I say and he follows behind.

"So, did you get interrogated by John today?" I ask.

"Surprisingly, no." He tells me.

"Wow, I'm shocked he didn't go around telling everyone." I say, laughing.

"Everyone knows we just work close together; no one is suspicious." He shrugs and walks next to me.

"What do people think we're working on, I mean, we're with each other too much to just be writing. I guess what I'm trying to say is, what do the cast and producers think I am to you?" I ask, and he smirks.

"So, you're more than just a writer helping me out with my ideas?" He asks, insinuating with his voice.

"Yes, well-" I see his smile and I roll my eyes. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I help you with your ideas, we hook up, that's it, not even a friend." I defend, and he nods.

"Not even a friend?" He asks.

"Not even a friend." I say, and he stays silent continuing to walk with me. We get closer to the middle of the city, and I fall in love with New York over and over again. My childhood dreams of living here came true.

Bill leads the way, walking into a small restaurant, his name down for a reservation. We are walked to a small table, a little table in the corner, next to a window.

The lights are dim, making the restaurant more sensual. "This is really nice." I tell him, sitting down and clasping my hands in front of him. "Alright, on the work side of things, we have sketches and characters to create. I've talked to John and Lorne, and they think-" I get cut off by his hands grasping mine as they sit on the table.