Ineffable - S.REID

37

・゜゜・．THREE WEEKS LATER .・゜゜・

Instead of the usual act where they would both exit their sides of the gym at the same time, Morgan now stood at the side of the large hallway, having waited for her to get out. "Mr muscles," she greeted as she walked towards him, smiling despite the fact that her wet hair felt awfully uncomfortable as per usual. He, instead of greeting her, extended an unopened drink in his hand towards her. "Did you get this for me?"

"Machine kicked out two," he shrugged as he stopped leaning against the wall, ignoring the cramp in his leg.

She laughed, readjusting the strap on her shoulder as it had started to dig in. "That's such a lie!"

He scoffed as they began to walk out of the gym, "No it's not?"

"Can your cold hearted self not admit you care?"

Morgan, confirming her suspicions, simply laughed as he opened the door to the gym. Instead of holding it open, as he usually did, he let go of the door and it swung shut directly in front of her face. His laugh grew with intensity as she rolled her eyes and flipped him off through the glass, eventually opening the door one handed. As they walked to the car park, she opened the drink and took a precautionary sip as she always did when she hadn't tried something before."Oh these are good."

"Glad the machine kicked out two then?"

She chuckled softly, "If that's the lie you have to tell yourself to sleep at night then yes."

-

Later in the day, about mid afternoon, Clara and Spencer sat on the couch with their focus directed onto their separate books. This was an insanely usual circumstance for the both of them and they both loved it. She loved listening to the constant sounds of pages turning whilst he read quickly and he loved the odd occasions where he would look up and catch her expression as she read. He especially adored the moments where her book was just hitting a plot twist or unexpected scene and she would sit up ever so slightly, her eyes wide as she went through every word before her. He looked up and pushed his glasses up his nose as she stood and walked into the kitchen, heading towards the freezer with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders. He listened to her delve through the various things within it then shut the drawer defeatedly, slowly walking back into the living room. "We're out of ice cream?"

He looked up from his book, head resting on his hand, "We ran out yesterday when Garcia came over."

"Oh right," she laughed to herself, recalling the evening previous. They had both watched various romance movies and eaten far too much ice cream whilst he wondered if they were both sane given their reactions to various scenes. When they hated a character, they would throw various snacks at the tv screen. When they loved a character, they would cheer and practically swoon over the person. The sad scenes had them both balling completely, the happy ones had them both grinning ear to ear. She then frowned, unable to kick the craving she had. "Can we go get some?"

"Walk to the park or the store?"

She paused for deliberation, seriously considering the two options. With the store, she would get the choice of dozens of flavours and would have much more ice cream to eat. With the park however, she would get a smaller amount of ice cream and a smaller pick of flavours. But she loved a late afternoon walk in the park, where all the children had gone home for dinner and it was just completely calm and full of people walking their dogs. She grinned, "Walk in the park."

It was a relatively short walk to the park from where they lived but the walk never felt like it lasted too long. They would always find something riveting to talk about which would cut down the time felt whilst walking. Clara engaged in a conversation with the cutest dog and its owner as Spencer collected two ice creams from their usual stand, making sure that hers had the extra chocolate syrup that she loved most. She grinned as he passed her the ice cream, feeling such a rush of joy from fulfilling the sudden craving. They walked through the park as they ate, discussing the turn of her book that had influenced her sudden want for comfort food. But through it all, he seemed distracted. "We should do something fun," he suggested as they were trying to decide what to do for the rest of the evening as they had both finished their ice creams and were looking for the next source of entertainment.