In Your Eyes

4.

When she woke up the next day, she was sure that he had dreamt something she wanted to remember. She didn't. She had a nagging feeling that it had something to do with a man with raven hair and a smile to die for though, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

And apparently she had fallen asleep with the phone still in her hand.

She looked in the closet, trying to figure out what to wear. She had unpacked all the things when she got to the hotel room, but she had somehow managed to forgot what she had brought with her.

She seemed to have forgot a lot of things.

Clothed and toothbrushed she made her way out in the corridor, when the phone started to ring. She tripped over her shoe.

If it hadn't sounded so ridiculous, she would have said something about butterflies in her stomach. Or her heart jumping. But, why would she say something about that? It wasn't like it was happening. She just kept walking, very naturally, while she, casually, took up her phone from the pocket. No butterflies, nu-uh. She looked at the display.

Chris.

Boom. Non-excisting butterflies dead. Not-jumping heart still. She felt like a thunderstorm.

"Hello?" she snapped.

"What the fuck do you mean by not answering your phone? What happened yesterday? Why didn't you return any of my messages?"

"Chris, you don't fucking own me. Stop it. You're not the right person to demand answers." She pressed the elevator button angrily.

Ding. Elevator there. Chris was still shouting at the other end of the phone, but she didn't care to listen. She figured she would just say something angry when he stopped, it was not like he cared what she said to him anyway.

Floor 25... 24... 23... 22... 21... 20... 19... the elevator stopped. Ellen sighed. She did not feel like having a stranger listening to her private conversation. Not that it was much of a conversation at the moment, she hoped Chris would go on shouting for a little while more. At least until they got down so she could go somwhere more private. The doors opened.

And she was met by a piercing pair of blue eyes.

She blinked.

They were still there. Raven hair, eyes, suprised look. And now the smile, of course the smile.

"Chris, call me later when you've calmed down," she said, not bothering to hear his response. She put down the phone in her pocket and looked at the man in front of her.

"Why, hello miss Pompeo."

"Patrick? What? How?"

She realized she sounded slightly foolish.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed a button, and then turned around so he came face to face with her. "Another fight with the boyfriend, I hear?"

"Um, well..." She couldn't really focus when he was standing so close to her. "Yeah." She finished lamley. "Or the same fight as yesterday, I suppose."

Something flashed in Patricks eyes. "He's still beeing an ass?"

"He's been an ass for months now, I don't really expect any change."

She looked at him and frowned. "But we're leaving the subject. Which was you, not me. What are you doing here?"

"Well," he begun, a big smile finding a way to his eyes and then his mouth, "It looks like we're staying at the same hotel."

"Seriously."

He continued to smile at her chose of words and nodded. "Seriously."

"Isn't that kind of strange?"

"I think it's fate."

"Fate?"

"Yeah" He nodded seriously. "Or Karma. I've been a very nice boy with very bad things happening to me, but see what happens now!" The nod became a winning smile. "You're in my elevator!"

She couldn't help but smiling back at him. Damn, charming, man.

"Karma, you say."

"Or fate, it's your choice."

"I'll think about that one." She waved her hand a little. "Were you, ah, going anywere special?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Damnit. She had hoped to spend the whole day with him. Or, she hadn't really thought about it, but now when she had seen him it seemed quite unbearable to watch him walk away again. Well, they would see eachother later, right? He had told her that they would, handn't he? She heard him start speaking again and forced herself to stop rambling in her head.

"I was going to you."

She felt the urge to laugh right out and jump around. She didn't. She had started to become very good at jumping and laughing on the inside.

"You were?" A little bit of the happiness she felt spilled out through her mouth.

"I was." She could tell he was happy too. She saw it and she heard it in his voice. And for now, just for now, she told herself, she was going to ignore the voice in her head asking her why they were so happy.