[center][b][u]Tuesday: 127 pm[/u] Enrick Valdea[/b][/center] I nodded at Kassie’s suggestion. Even from our distance, it was easy to make out his side of the conversation he was having on his cell. No matter what the other person did, they didn’t deserve to be chewed out like that in public. The conversation turned darker as the man openly threatened to expose her. Since I didn’t recognize him as one of the Rebels, I assumed he was referring to something else. Ass hole. This was definitely going to earn me some good karma points. [b]”Watch and learn, pupil,”[/b] I said, teasing Kassie, [b]”Watch and learn.”[/b] The strategy I’d use to get this guy’s finger prints would be very different from the one I used on Ms. Essair. Even if I wanted the man to feed Parcheck (which I myself was against), I doubt he was kind spirited enough to give in to the suggestion. Nope, I would have to rely on common decency, assuming the man had any, something I was beginning to very much doubt. I didn’t head immediately in the man’s direction, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kassie seemed to be a bit nervous as I took my time. Instead, I started packing up my extra hotdog supplies since I was done for the day. I didn’t do it neatly either but instead threw the extra condiments, buns, uncooked meat, spare napkins and other odds and ends inside until they formed a nice pile. Last, but not least, I carefully placed the can on top, making sure not to leave any fingerprints of my own on it. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw that I had to hurry. My target was already starting to head back towards the security office. With one quick flip of my wrist, I locked up the stand and placed the keys in my pocket. Then I lifted the box with both my hands. It was large but deceivingly light. My uneven packing made the pile shift around, making it a bit awkward to carry. Perfect. I started off in a brisk walk, weaving a bit as I struggled to keep the contents contained. The man and I were walking head on towards each other. As expected, my target was still busy yelling at his hapless victim over the phone and wasn’t really paying much attention. I slowed my walk just a bit and continued to weave. BAM! His shoulder hit my left upper arm, causing me to go off balance. I struggled to gain control of the box but a few condiment containers and the can slipped off and fell to the ground. [b]”Hey!”[/b] I called out. [b]”Watch where you’re going.”[/b] [b]”I’ll call you right back.”[/b] the man said gruffly into his phone and pulled the device away from his ear. Before he could say anything else or turn his temper on me, I interrupted him. [b]”Do you mind,”[/b] I said indicating with my eyes to the spilled contents. It was clear, by the withering look he gave, he was judging the validity of my manhood. Before he could object, I shuffled the box awkwardly from side to side, like it was heavy, and offered up a please. [b]”Whatever.”[/b] With another look that said he’d rather be picking up used toilet paper than my objects, he graciously deposited the fallen items back on the pile. He quickly turned around and walked away before I had a chance to thank him. Continuing on my way, I carried my items three blocks to the vendor substation. After shelving away the contents of the box in their correct location and clocking out, I returned to the stand. [b]”Here you go, my lady.”[/b] I said, presenting a small cardboard box to Kassie. Inside she would find the aluminum can, fingerprints and all. [b]”I think I’m going to head back to my place. See you at Club Esscro later tonight?”[/b] I’d be back on the clock again but at least with the loud music and smoking atmosphere, we would get a better chance to talk and lingering around here after I closed the stand would look a bit suspicious. --- [center][b][u]Tuesday: 127 pm[/u] Louisa Essair[/b][/center] [i]"Also I would like to know if you would care to go out for dinner?"[/i] [b]”Sir?”[/b] I said. I felt heat brush across my cheeks and I was certain I was blushing. There was no way that Mr. Lockheart had actually asked me out on a date. I must have somehow misunderstood him. Looking at his face, it was clear he was waiting for a reply. [i]”Get a hold of yourself, Louisa!”[/i] I tried to mentally shake myself. Everyone knows office affairs are frowned upon and that’s when people are on the same level. He wouldn’t risk jeopardizing both of our jobs. This isn’t a date. This is business. But she couldn’t stop her heart from pounding when she thought of the fact that Gabriel Lockheart had actually asked her to dinner. [b]”I mean, yes, of course.”[/b] She continued. [b]”Of course I would be honored to talk with you some more about Section 8 over dinner.”[/b] She’d best make her escape quick before she embarrassed herself even more. What should she wear? She didn’t want to put on one of her business suits. He saw her in those all the time. On the other hand, she didn’t want to be obvious. If he didn’t feel the same way about her things would, at best, be awkward and at worst, abusive. Something similar had happened between a secretary and a technician at the same level as Lockheart and that man was openly making the woman’s life hell. While she didn’t suspect Lockheart was that kind of guy, it never hurt to be careful. Maybe her friend, Claudette could give her advice on what to wear. [b]”Should we meet there?”[/b] I suggest, before leaving his office, [b]”Or would you like to pick me up at my place?”[/b] My cheeks heat up again, [b]”Or…uh… I could come by and pick you up if that works better.”[/b]