Testing the Waters (A Miniminter Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - Inquisitive Stares

-Samantha's Pov-

I sighed, fixing the papers at my desk, completing another boring day of news. The only thing people watched for this morning was for the weather and the story at the end of the show that is always a bit abnormal like a turtle actually running.

I sipped the tea out of my mug, looking at Kevin. "How is Sierra doing?" I asked, lowering the cup away from my lips. "I saw her a couple days ago, she had a small cut on her head. Just making sure she didn't do anything bad."

Kevin and Sierra were close friends, they were always the first person to talk to when something went wrong, and I knew if anyone knew about it, it would be him.

His eyes flickered to the corner of his eye, glimsping at me for a second. "She is fine." He jeered at me.

I bit my lip, trying to figure out his mocking attitude at the single question, but I knew I didn't want to fuss about something stupid like that.

I looked over, seeing Simon making small glances at me from his table, looking up every few seconds from his script that he didn't need any more. It wasn't a causal glance, it was an inquisitive glance, filled with curiosity.

Sensing his weird behavior, I gave him confused glance. "Simon?" I inquiried.

He glanced up with a weak smile, laying his papers gently onto the marble surface. "Samantha." He replied subtly.

I cocked my head at him, raising my eyebrow in suspicion. "What is going on?" I asked, slowing getting out of my seat.

Simon laid his hands down, causing his papers to go flat. "Nothing." He said, voice cracking beneath the heavy pressure building up in the air.

"Are you sure?" I said, taking another step closer into his area.

He nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. "Just been an off day with everyone."

I looked around the news station, seeing his words were true. I saw the camera man banging the top of the coffee maker, forcing the last bit of working energy in the broken machine to pour the rest of his cappuccino. One of the reports was scrabbling back and forth across the carpeted floor, a phone pressed against her cheek and shoulder, jabbing about questions. One of the people that sit in the offices rubbed his face in distress, ready to rip the paper he held onto.

"Wow." I muttered, releasing a small breath.

Simon looked back at me, seeing curiosity fill his dark eyes, lowering his elbows to the desk.

I pulled my phone from my back pocket, seeing a new text from Taz.

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what it meant, pushing it back into my pocket. "Well, I have to go." I sighed, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Oh." He said, snapping out of his daze. "See you tomorrow?"

"Hopefully." I whispered under my breath.

I lowered my eyes, walking out. My thoughts were focused on Simon. His usually bantering attitude wasn't visible today but replaced with an unsure, curious one instead.

I latched my fingers onto the doorhandle, only making a step outside before I moved locations in a second.

Looking to my side, Amy stood in her supersuit with Taz sitting on the couch waiting.

"You couldn't have waited until I closed the door?" I shouted, fixing my wild hair.

She giggled. "I was early, give me credit for that."