Bryan comes in to the office and he glances around in surprise. He then turns back to Holly, who just wiggles her eyebrows in his direction. He knows that expression. He seen that expression many times, but it’s usually saved for when they’re out of the office. Hanson isn’t exactly the biggest fan of them flirting at work.
“Where’s the boss?”
“He and Becka are out talking to someone she thinks might be connected to our ghost.”
“And TJ?”
“All-day conference call.”
Bryan nods as he slowly begins to smirk. “So we’re alone?”
Holly nods as she hops down to make her way closer. “Now, I still have a lot of coding to do, so we can’t really go anywhere. But we do have the entire office to ourselves.”
“Well,” Bryan grins. “You know what this means.”
Thirty minutes later, they’ve ordered a stack of pizzas. Holly pulls up the music player on her phone and starts blaring the Pina Colada Song. Holly is supposed to be coding, but that turns into dancing instead, moving in time to the music and each other. Bryan certainly doesn’t mind the close contact, but he does lean in to smirk at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be coding?”
“This is part of my process,” she smirks as he turns her, extending her outwards before pulling her back in again. “I dance until I solve the problem and then I write it.”
“Ahh,” Bryan nods. “It’s funny, because that kind of sounds like procrastination to me.”
Holly pulls back, mock-offended as she rests a hand against her chest. “Mr. Salazar. Are you accusing me of a dereliction of duty?”
He laughs, before pulling her in close for a warm kiss. “I would never.”
She laughs into the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. “I know you wouldn’t. That would be very rude of you.”
“I’m simply suggesting that this could be a lot more fun if you were finished and we could be somewhere not here.”
Holly nods slowly, looking around the room and considering. “You mean having real pina coladas, rather than just singing about them.”
“It’s certainly a good start.”
She smirks, before nodding her agreement. “Alright, fine. I’ll get to work.” She releases his hand and begins retreating back to her work station. As she goes, she eyes the pizzas on a table nearby. “Can I still eat?”
Bryan laughs. “Of course. I wouldn’t dare take your pizza away from you.”
1/14/21 | stop, drop, write challenge | 411
“Where’s the boss?”
“He and Becka are out talking to someone she thinks might be connected to our ghost.”
“And TJ?”
“All-day conference call.”
Bryan nods as he slowly begins to smirk. “So we’re alone?”
Holly nods as she hops down to make her way closer. “Now, I still have a lot of coding to do, so we can’t really go anywhere. But we do have the entire office to ourselves.”
“Well,” Bryan grins. “You know what this means.”
Thirty minutes later, they’ve ordered a stack of pizzas. Holly pulls up the music player on her phone and starts blaring the Pina Colada Song. Holly is supposed to be coding, but that turns into dancing instead, moving in time to the music and each other. Bryan certainly doesn’t mind the close contact, but he does lean in to smirk at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be coding?”
“This is part of my process,” she smirks as he turns her, extending her outwards before pulling her back in again. “I dance until I solve the problem and then I write it.”
“Ahh,” Bryan nods. “It’s funny, because that kind of sounds like procrastination to me.”
Holly pulls back, mock-offended as she rests a hand against her chest. “Mr. Salazar. Are you accusing me of a dereliction of duty?”
He laughs, before pulling her in close for a warm kiss. “I would never.”
She laughs into the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. “I know you wouldn’t. That would be very rude of you.”
“I’m simply suggesting that this could be a lot more fun if you were finished and we could be somewhere not here.”
Holly nods slowly, looking around the room and considering. “You mean having real pina coladas, rather than just singing about them.”
“It’s certainly a good start.”
She smirks, before nodding her agreement. “Alright, fine. I’ll get to work.” She releases his hand and begins retreating back to her work station. As she goes, she eyes the pizzas on a table nearby. “Can I still eat?”
Bryan laughs. “Of course. I wouldn’t dare take your pizza away from you.”