Infiltration of the Iridine | Silence of the Lambs

Chapter 5

Your POV:

Something knocks on the wood of the door.

"Hey, we're leaving now, are you ready?" a muffled Davis yells from behind the door.

"Yes, one sec!" I yell back while struggling to button up my shirt. I take a final look in the mirror, pushing a lone strand of hair away from my face, before walking out of the bathroom.

I stop at the thermostat before leaving, cranking it slightly up to hopefully get rid of the lingering cold from the night before. Not wanting to make the others wait, I run over to the door and open it quickly.

The door halts suddenly, halfway between swing, and I hear a surprised yell from behind it. A meek Davis peeks around the door and gives a cautious smile.

"Shit, you got me pretty good there," he admits as he rubs the side of his face, slightly moving his jaw side-to-side, "I wasn't expecting you to open the door so forcefully." He chuckles, moving his hand away from his face and towards his blazer, smoothing out any wrinkles the impact may have caused.

I stand with wide eyes, absolutely stunned that I had just slammed a door into the only coworker I actually got along with. I smile shyly, quite embarrassed at the encounter, but find myself unable to be too uncomfortable in Davis' smiling presence.

As if he can read my mind, he quickly reaffirms me, holding his hands out in a calming manner and insisting that he's alright. While he does so, I see the side of his face begin to turn red from the door's impact.

"For real though, don't worry, it's my bad for standing so close. They teach you not to do that in school, like, kindergarten right?" We chuckle at the joke together and begin to walk down the hallway to the elevator.

"Crawford told me about the cold room situation last night," he continues, "if it happens again, feel free to come over to my room, 305. I don't mind you staying the night." He pauses, watching me for a second and sees the mix of uncomfortable confusion grow ever so slightly on my face before carrying on with a slight smirk.

"I'm teasing, did I mention I have two beds?" he laughs before continuing, "Yeah, they stuck me in a room with two queens rather than a king, bastards. Well, either way, the sharing idea is still on the table." He glances to the side towards me with his eyes and winks.

Before I even have the chance to reply to the comment, I am saved by the ding of the elevator reaching our floor and the rattle of the mechanisms opening the metal doors.

Davis leads and walks into the elevator, planting his feet inside and making a sharp turn back around. As if nothing happened, he looks at me inquisitively and asks: "You joining me or do you have some deep-rooted fear of elevators?"

I chuckle, glad the awkwardness I felt a couple of seconds before had faded. I follow him into the elevator.

We stand side by side as Davis presses the button for the first floor. I look over at him and see him studying the interior of the elevator with scrutiny. He raises an eyebrow at the upper corner when he sees a slightly musty-looking patch of the wall.

"Used to better hotels?" I ask, breaking the silence as the doors begin to close.

"You could say so-"

"Wait!" someone yells as a hand slides right between the elevator doors before they close completely. Naturally, the doors open back up and a beaming Tracy stands before us.

He quickly steps into the elevator and urgently presses the button to close the doors.

"You guys need to move faster, you know? We're going to be late." He says with a sigh and eye roll.