One Last Look

7

Finally, the work day was over.
Ben hung up his apron and immediately strode over to where El was sitting and kissed her briskly on the cheek.
Beet red couldn't begin to describe the blush that settled violently on her face.

"Hey babe, how was work?" Asked El, returning his kiss.

"Fabulous. I have some ideas for our next Goof Sesh" replied Ben.

"Oh btw I have some really amazing news" said El, failing to mask the excitement in her voice as she bounced up and down.

"Well tell me already!" Exclaimed Ben, catching her tone.

"Mmmmmm....I think I'll let you stew for a bit....." said El, smirking.

"Nuuuu just tell me already I'm begging you" as he spoke, he dropped to his knees in a pleading position. "Please tell me!"

"Okay, okay, fine...." she paused for effect.
"You know my essay I published? Well it got thousands of views and the company offered me a job!!!" She yelled, flinging herself into Ben's arms.
He spinned around and around, both yelling in excitement and glee.

"I am so proud of you Eliza!!!" Ben cried, voice full of joy.
El was taken aback for a moment. That was the first time Ben had ever not called her by her nickname.

"Benjamin Anthony Parker!! Since when do you call me Eliza?"

"I've called you that many more times than you'll ever know El." His voice suddenly serious.

El's stomach flipped.

"Ok weirdo," she said, with a squint of her eyes and a tilt her head.
During all of this, she had still been swept up in his arms.
"You wanna put me down now?"

"Never" he replied with a grin.
He carried her out of the coffee shop and down the street, much to El's apparent embarrassment.
Though secretly, she loved every minute of it.

Later, after Ben had dropped her off and said goodnight, she sat on the couch, thinking.
She wasn't thinking about anything in particular, just letting her mind roam as she wound down from her busy day.

Eventually, her thoughts drifted to her new job, she wondered what an impact it would have on her schedule, her life, the world. It'd be pretty intensive. Long hours of typing and editing and planning. But she'd be reaching thousands of people in an instant. Imagine the impact she could have!
She couldn't wait for tomorrow to start. She loved sunrises. They always meant the start of something new, and that would be true. Her editor had emailed her saying she had a piece to start on, and El was raring to go.