affair II ; jack gilinsky

forty-one

jack's pov

"hey, let's go out and get some lunch. i'm starving" derek groaned, throwing his head back as we walked out of a two hour meeting.

"yeah, nando's sounds so good right now" i agreed.

"can us girls come with?" nadine voice spoke from behind me as we all stopped at the front desk.

"sure. the more, the merrier" derek shrugged to agree.

we started talking further about where else would sound great to have lunch at right now, but i was suddenly caught off guard when the elevator dinged and savannah strode out in her heels and looking inside her bag.

"oh. what's savannah doing here?" nadine curiously asked and i continued to stare over at her, skeptical to know too.

"i don't know" i replied.

"is she here to see you?" derek wondered.

"i doubt it. i mean, we're not even talking right now" i admitted. "go over there and ask why she's here".

he chuckled and looked at me as if to check if i were kidding, "what, are you in the sixth grade? should i ask if she likes you too?".

i rolled my eyes before elaborating, "she won't answer to me, man".

"don't worry, i'm going, i'm going" he held his hands up and humourlessly straightened his tie to walk over to her.

i turned my back slightly and tried to listen in with a side view.

i haven't seen or spoken to savannah
since we took lauren and the guys to the airport, and that was over two weeks ago. not communicating with her 24/7 like we used to just makes it harder for me to remember how to act around her.

derek let out a breath, "hey, savannah".

"hey" she replied and i patiently waited for her to then explain what she was doing here, but another word never happened to leave her lips.

"so, what are you doing here?" derek suddenly questioned. "are you here to see jack or?".

"no, actually, i'm here for—".

"savannah, you're right on time" my deputy boss, mr. tate approached them and said. "i'll be just a second".

he lightly and unusually comfortably squeezed savannah's shoulder then continued on to another room.

"oh. do you have a meeting with mr. tate?" derek inquired, gesturing towards him walking away.

"no, uh, me and him are going out for lunch actually" she told and i creased my brows in confusion.

derek did the same, "i didn't know that you knew each other".

"we don't, well, not really. he came to vogue for a meeting and he's practically been pestering me to go out with him" savannah briefly chuckled.

"oh, really?".

"yeah, so here i am — he's not a bad guy, so".

mr. tate promptly came back with his jacket and scarf ready in his hands.

"ready?" he asked savannah and she nodded. "so, is derek my employee that you know?".