Chance Encounters

Dinner

After changing out of your boring uniform, you stood in front of your closet, unsure what you wanted to wear. Wondering if you had anything that was remotely even date appropriate. It seemed like all of your clothes were meant for work, or when you did happen to have that seldom day off, sweatpants. Nothing in between, and you were starting to realize how pathetic your life truly was. That maybe, while you loved your job, you weren't living.

Finally you settled on the deep maroon dress that hid in the back of your closet. It was beautiful and perfect for winter time, with long sleeves and a thick, almost sweater like texture to it. The neckline was a simple V, and it hung down to your knees. Pairing it with your boots to keep you warm, you grabbed your nicer coat, just as a knock sounded on your door. Opening it up, you were surprised to see Jensen's bodyguard, Cliff, standing at the door instead of Jensen. "Is everything okay?" You asked, trying to look around him to see if Jensen was standing there.

"Yes. But the hallway was too busy, so I told him to wait in the car, and I would come get you." Cliff explained, taking your coat and helping you into it. He placed his hand on your shoulder, guiding you through the busy hallway, past older couples with their arms full of Christmas packages, and girls holding up photo ops, squealing in excitement. 

"Are all of your conventions like this?" You asked him as he expertly navigated you down the hallway. 

"No. This one is different. Maybe because my guys are here three days. But also because of the holiday festivities, it has a different feel to it." He said, as he turned into a service hallway, just as you heard Brian's voice behind you.

"Hurry, please." You whispered, not wanting to get caught by Brian and held back. Cliff listened and the two of you almost ran to the next hallway, escaping your annoying boss.

"Was that your boss?" Cliff asked, right before he opened a door and a wave of freezing cold air slapped you in the face. After you nodded, you felt his hand tighten on your shoulder before he dropped it. "I hate when men in a position of power take advantage like that. I just want to..." He said, and you stopped him with a hand on his forearm.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I'm trying to get it figured out. But I think Jensen helped a lot earlier." You told him, just as a door swung open and you saw Jensen waiting inside for you. Sliding into the black SUV, Cliff shut the door behind you before climbing into the driver's seat.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to come get you, but the hallway was a mad house, and I never would have made it." He said, before handing over a small bouquet of flowers. 

"It's alright, I understand." You said, as you watched Cliff expertly navigate the snowy roads. "It's probably the busiest our hotel has ever been. I just wish that Brian could see how much good your convention is doing for our business."

Jensen took your hand, wrapping it up in his own, making you wish the two of you weren't wearing gloves so you could feel his skin next to yours. "Brian? That asshat that was sexually harassing you today?"

You nodded, feeling his hand tighten in yours. "Yeah, my boss. My job kind of rides on how well your convention does. But truthfully, I think it rides on if I give in to him. But please, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to ruin tonight." You said, as Cliff pulled in front of a nice, upscale restaurant.

Jensen bounded out of the car, coming over to open your door. Taking his hand, you slid out until you were standing next to him. "See you soon." He told Cliff, who didn't seem very happy for leaving him on his own. "Go hang with Jay, I'll text you when we're done."

After the SUV pulled away, Jensen placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you into the crowded lobby. "What if we can't get a table?" You asked him, as he made his way to the hostess.