Midnight Rain; Cordell Walker

xi. celisa

     The next day, it took her until past noon to finish packing up her things and leave everything as clean as possible for her to move out. Still, she left Calli at the apartment and drove to get fast food before going to the Rangers' Station to get Cordell's truck. She didn't think about the fact that they could've just switched cars when he was at hers the day before, but she was pretty angry to even think about that.

     She walked into the Rangers' Station with the bag of food, making sure Cordell's was in there too (because she's such a nice person), and signed in for a visitation pass before going towards the office and immediately spotting Cordell at his desk.

     She wondered why he wasn't out doing ranger-y things, but the curiosity was shut down as soon as she realized that he was in his ranger uniform. Of course he is, you idiot. She took in a shuddering breath before continuing her walk and smiling politely at the rangers she passes by and waves at Micki before making it to his desk.

     He looked almost surprised when Celisa arrived at his desk, his furrowed eyebrows shooting up before relaxing on his face. "Hey," he said simply. He sounded tired, probably stuck on a case or something, but oh Lord, that shirt fit beautifully on him– snap out of it.

     "Hey," she replied, looking around and noting the few rangers she passed by being the only ones there. "Looks busy," she says sarcastically, her gaze landing back on him and sweet baby Jesus.

     "Yeah," Cordell agreed, leaning back in his chair and she swore she might pass out. "I know, it's quiet as hell." He pauses, noticing the bag in her hand. "What's that?"

     "Oh," Celisa mutters, having to force herself to look away from the biceps being constricted by his shirt. "Um, I brought you lunch," she says awkwardly, taking out his burger and fries. "I stopped for something for myself on the way here and figured I'd be nice and bring you something, too."

     Cordell raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling his lips... his lips are so pretty. "You brought me lunch?" He questions through his smirk, tapping his pen on the desk.

     Celisa rolls her eyes at him (and at the butterflies in her stomach). "I'll take it if you don't want it," she sasses, her hand still in the bag holding onto the burger.

     Cordell rolled his eyes back at her. "Alright, alright," he says defeated. "Thank you."

     Celisa nods, placing his food on the desk somewhere where it wouldn't land on his papers. She'd be pissed off if her work made it obvious that she never watched her food intake. "No problem," she says, folding the bag over and holding it at her side.

     She wants to be happy that her and Cordell aren't bickering like they're both used to, but there's a nagging reminder that he was the one to put her in the position she was in where she came for his truck to get her things and move them into his house. She can't exactly trail her thoughts away from that because if she did, her imagination would start to run wild and she'd start thinking of unholy things on a random Monday afternoon.

     At this, she shivers slightly and snaps out of it, clearing her throat and pulling her keys out of her pocket. She holds them out expectantly. "Keys," she says.

     It took Cordell a second to process what Celisa was talking about before looking at his desk and plucking them up from where they were thrown by the keyboard. He switched the keys and put them in the same place where his were. "I'll be at yours," she says, holding his keys in her palm. "I'll leave the door unlocked for whenever you get there."

     He took a deep breath and nodded, sending a new set of shivers down her back. "Alright," he said with a sigh. This whole interaction sat weird with her, seeing as this was one of the rare moments where neither of them started anything.