Ava, A Different Radioapple Fanfiction- CONTINUATION

Brainstorming

Vox and Ava arrived at the VoxTek office, stepping through the doors as the familiar hum of the bustling workplace greeted them. The moment they stepped in, a chorus of excited cheers rang through the office. Employees at desks, in meeting rooms, and even the coffee station all turned to greet them.

"Ava's back!" one of the designers called out, waving as they approached.

"Welcome back, Ava!" another employee chimed, giving her a thumbs-up.

Ava beamed, her face lighting up with joy at the warm reception. She looked around at all the friendly faces. "Thanks, everyone! I missed you guys!"

As they walked further into the office, Vox led her toward a small group of people standing near a work station. A young woman with a bright, colorful set of glasses and vibrant purple hair stepped forward, smiling warmly at Ava.

"Hey, you must be Ava! I'm Myra," she said, extending a hand in greeting. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

Ava smiled up at her, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Hi, Myra! It's nice to meet you too."

Vox leaned in slightly, grinning. "You two are going to get along like a house on fire, I can already tell."

Myra let out a soft, friendly laugh, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "I have so many ideas for designs, Ava. I think we'll have a blast brainstorming together!"

Ava's eyes lit up even more. "I love ideas! I have some of my own too!"

Vox chuckled and gave a small nod. "That's the spirit. How about we head to the design team? Get those ideas flowing."

Before he could lead them any further, Papermint, Vox's assistant, approached with a serious look on his face. "Vox, we've got a situation that needs your attention. Urgently."

Vox sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. "Of course we do." He turned back to Myra, his smile returning, though it was a little strained. "Myra, can you take Ava for a minute? I've got to handle this, but I'll catch up with you in a bit."

Myra gave him a quick nod. "No problem, Vox! I've got this."

Vox smiled gratefully, but as he turned to leave, he noticed something that made him pause. His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Ava and Myra were already walking toward the glass-walled office that was typically reserved for private brainstorming sessions.

Ava was animatedly speaking to Myra, her hand gesturing as she shared her ideas, while Myra nodded and laughed, clearly intrigued by what Ava had to say. As they reached the door to the office, they both slipped inside, and Vox watched them settle down at the sleek glass table, already starting to sketch out ideas on a large notepad.

Vox stood still for a moment, his heart swelling with an odd sense of pride as he observed them. He smiled softly to himself, watching as Ava and Myra instantly clicked and dove into their creative zone together.

With a soft exhale, Vox turned on his heel and headed toward the urgent matter that Papermint had called him for. But as he walked away, a small part of him was glad to see that Ava had already found her place, her creativity and energy fitting right in with the team. He knew she'd have no trouble settling in here—it was clear she belonged.

Vox found himself feeling strangely at ease as he made his way through the office. His thoughts were still occupied with the way Ava and Myra had clicked so quickly, and he couldn't help but feel proud of the progress they'd made in just the short time they'd been working together.

When he returned to the glass-walled office, he found Ava and Myra deep in conversation, sketching ideas on large notepads. The air was thick with excitement and potential.