"Y/N, my office," Romanoff says walking in. She was supposed to be out in a meeting until noon so I was surprised to see her back so early.
"Your meeting with Antoff was today did you-"
"I know," She cuts me off, throwing down her things on a chair, "I canceled it I have more important things to do than listen to that man talk."
"Oh," I say a bit disappointed, the air between us had been extremely tense. Just by having her out felt like a big weight of of my shoulders.
"I want to talk about California."
Here we go....
"I want to apologize."
wait what?
"I was completely unprofessional, first of all by bringing along Sofia and scorning you the way I did."
"and for leaving me there," I add. She took a deep breath in.
"Yes, for that too," She said quietly, "I know I don't deserve to be forgiven but I'd like to make it up to you."
"A raise?"
"Very funny," She laughs, though I don't think I meant it as a joke, "how's dinner?"
"Dinner?"
"Yes, anywhere you'd like. How's 8?" She asked before I was even processing her request.
"I can't tonight," I say, as if dinner was a normal occurrence with us.
"Why not?"
"My family is in town."
"They can let you go for a night," She wasn't one to take no for an answer, and with that smile it was hard to.
"Will Sofia be joining us?"
"Inviting her got me into trouble the first time," She laughs, "but you could bring a partner if youd like."
"You certainly owe me a bigger apology than I do you but I'd also like to apologize. I fed off your unprofessionalism and said things, did things I shouldn't have," I say, looking away from her to avoid seeing the smug face that I knew she was giving me and to avoid acknowledging my partner.
"8 o'clock then?"
"Anywhere I'd like?"
"Anywhere."
"Make it 7:30 and I'm driving."
"You are not driving," she laughs, "last time you drove us anywhere I was almost carried out in a body bag."
"That dude cut me off," I defend.
"It was an 80-year-old lady," She laughs. For a moment it felt that we had gone back to our old selves, "fine you can drive," She accepts.
"Great, Where should I meet you?"
"I can meet you at yours, or you can come to me."
"I'll come to you," I say quietly, trying to remember the way.
She clears her throat, and looks down shaking her head in agreement, "Do we need a reservation? I can call."
"No, no, it's not one of those places."
"It's not like an olive garden or anything right?"
"No," I laugh, "it's just not a fancy place, dress casual. Do you own anything that isn't designer?"
"I don't own any gildan or anything but I have casual," She smiles.
"Is your sister still in town?" I ask, I wouldn't mind seeing her again.
