If Atem Lived in my Head

You Look Lovely

            

"Running late, again." I groan as I run across the room. I throw my black dress on and my suit jacket and yank on my low heels. A quick red lip and curl my lashes just to look nice for work. Atem shifts out of my way and follows me around.

"What's the hurry?" Atem has a faintly amused smile on his face as he watches me run around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

"Going to be late for work." I explain hurriedly, brushing my tongue really quick before throwing my toothbrush back in the cup and grabbing my bag. I run into the living room and peck each of my brothers on the head as they play their games.

"By guys!" I yell over my shoulder.

"When will you be back?" the youngest one calls after me.

"About 9:30 tonight. Love you." I close the door, Atem on my heels and jump into the car. I start it up and catch the overgrown bush on my head. I shake it out and pat it down and throw the car in reverse.

"Okay." I breathe a sigh as I pull onto the highway. "I'm okay." I glance at the clock. "I'm good, I'm not going to be late." Technically I won't be. Our grace period allows us a three-minute time gap. If I run into the building. I should get it just in time.

"Better?" Atem asks me. I give him an annoyed sideways glance.

"Just asking." He says with that same amused smile curving his lips.

"You are annoying, sometimes, you know that?" I ask him.

He chuckles softly. "I suppose you are entitled to your own thoughts."

"You suppose?" I challenge.

"You are entitled to your own thoughts." He amends, "you are very demanding." He tells me.

"Excuse me?" I glare at him sideways, keeping one eye on the road.

He laughs outright "am I not entitled to my own thoughts as well?"

"Not in my car." I smirk when his jaw drops.

"that's hardly fair." He says, the faintest of amused smiles still playing around the corners of his mouth.

"This is my car and my rules." I tell him firmly

"I see." He bows his head deeply.

"What are you doing?" I demand.

"Clearly within the confines of this car you are the queen." I can see the smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth. "your highness."

I narrow my eyes at him "you're not cute." I grumble.

"The women of my time would have to disagree with you." he sits back and finally turns his eyes toward something that's not me.

"Well ladeeda." I mock him "aren't we a tad full of ourselves." I take the exit and slow the car to fifty mph.

"Just because your winged liner is much better than mine ever is doesn't mean you're irresistible."  I quip.

"Another aspect where the women of my time would disagree with you." He shifts his eyes toward me, not bothering to move his head.

"shut up, Atem." I grumble turning into my work.

            I rush through the door and to the first computer and clock in just before the clock hits 1:04pm.

"Made it." I breathe a sigh of relief and stop at one of the mirrors to try and fix my hair but it needs to be cut.

"Relax." Atem flicks a strand of hair from my eyes. "you look lovely." His thumb trails from my hair along my jawline.

"oh... er..." I shake myself, why am I so bad at accepting compliments. "thanks." I push past him and head back to the alterations room.

"Mini." My magic greets me warmly.

"Oh, hello." My boss pauses to look up from the dress she's sewing.

"Hello, everyone!" I greet warmly as I take my seat near Magic. I tuck my bag under the desk and grab the dress I'm to sew from my work line.

"They are very nice." Atem sits on the table beside me and watches me work.

"Yes." I say quietly, "they are." I can't fight the smile on my lips or the pink I'm sure that has tinted my cheeks as I work, Atem's words are strong in my head.

You look lovely