Drawn

Hobbies

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm skipping ahead in the story. Between this chapter and the previous one I still want one or two chapters that will help develop C & D's relationship, BUT I'm about to be out of pocket for about two-ish months and writer's block is kicking my tail and I wanted to leave you with SOMETHING. Hopefully in October I'll be able to get back to it and fill in the blanks as well as move forward towards the conclusion of the story.

So, this is a completely random chapter, but it's one of the first ones I wrote when I got the idea to do a David/OFC story. My original idea was for Charlotte to be a musician (not an HR rep), but that got scrapped, and so now this chapter just pays homage to her hobby instead of making the whole story revolve around it. It doesn't go deep, just so YOU know that I know that it's a pretty shallow chapter. And, let's be real, there's not a whole lot of depth to the story as a whole, and honestly I'm ok with that for now 😂🤷‍♀️ Hobby writer - definitely not a professional here!

AND I already wrote 3 MORE chapters after this one which I'll be posting as well. So, hopefully you can forgive the big gap of missing story between "Texts" and "Hobbies".

It was 5:47. She was supposed to be at the performing arts center in less than fifteen minutes and of course the zipper on her dress would choose this moment to get stuck, leaving her back exposed to the world. Pam wasn't picking up her phone, and everyone else, save Michael, had ducked out nearly half an hour ago. Charlotte groaned in frustration and wished she at least had a sweater to put on until she could get to her destination. She knew the moment she tried to walk through the office Michael would be there to intercept her, and she certainly didn't want him witnessing her wardrobe malfunction, nor did she want to explain to him her secret hobby that she was getting ready to showcase. Not that playing in an orchestra was an embarrassing hobby. She just didn't feel the need for everyone to know about it.

Another minute had passed. Still no reply from Pam. Suddenly, Charlotte thought she heard voices and slowly cracked the bathroom door to peek out. She nearly shouted with joy when she saw David making his way toward the kitchen. Michael was walking back into his office, and so Charlotte fully poked her head out as soon as the kitchen door opened.

"David, thank goodness you're here."

David paused a moment in surprise. "Charlotte? Aren't you supposed to... never mind," he ended hastily as he continued walking towards her. "What's going on?"

Charlotte was so happy to see him that she didn't even question why he was in Scranton this late on a Friday. She stepped out of the bathroom, one hand behind her to hold her dress closed.

"This is a bit awkward, but can you please help me with the zip on my dress? It's stuck, and I'm supposed to be somewhere at 6:00, Pam's not picking up her phone, and everyone left earlier, well not everyone, but I'd rather eat dirt than ask Michael to help me because I just know he'd say or do something completely inappropriate, and--"

David chuckled and stepped behind her. "Breathe, Charlotte." He never realized her hair was so long and moved it over her shoulder to get access to the zipper. Charlotte did as requested and took a deep breath and let it whoosh out from between pursed lips. David smiled at her obvious frazzled state and went to work on the stuck zipper, his knuckles occasionally brushing against her bare back. "There's a piece of your dress that's caught," he murmured. Being this close to her he was able to notice the moment her shoulders began to slowly relax. It made him happy to know that she was so comfortable with him.