Of course, Audrey didn't realize she was asking Maggie, who was infamous for bumping into equipment. Infamous in a lab, anyway. It never got out, because Peter always fixed whatever she broke. However, she managed to locate him without destroying anything.
"Your girlfriend's here." Maggie also had this really weird way of getting hold of personal information. Peter scowled at her for a moment, until she realized she met Audrey. Then it was Watch this. Don't break it. I'll be back.
Peter jogged to the front desk, moving agilely through the humming machines. Audrey looked cute in her lab coat. And, by her smile, he hoped she'd just gotten his flowers. He rested his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "Mmmyes, can I get something for you, Dr. Reardon?"
"Um, well, not really." Audrey cleared her throat and put on her most professional tone.
Well, hey, they were at work, after all.
"Can you spare a moment? I need to speak to you. Privately." Her eyes shifted, giving off the air of a playful smirk without actually forming one on her lips.
For two seconds, Peter thought he was actually in trouble for something. Maybe she really hated the color red. Ah... oh. Wait. No...
Peter leaned back and glanced at Maggie, who seemed to be holding her own for the time being. Chances were he could sneak away without her injuring herself. And if she did, well it would only be one more thing to fix later.
"Yeah, let me just wash my hands first." Which he did rather quickly, before stepping around the desk. His blue scrubs were nearly brilliant in the hallway lighting of PPTH. Unshaven, as usual, they were probably his most attractive aspect at the moment. "What's on your mind?"
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"Your girlfriend's here." Maggie also had this really weird way of getting hold of personal information. Peter scowled at her for a moment, until she realized she met Audrey. Then it was Watch this. Don't break it. I'll be back.
Peter jogged to the front desk, moving agilely through the humming machines. Audrey looked cute in her lab coat. And, by her smile, he hoped she'd just gotten his flowers. He rested his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "Mmmyes, can I get something for you, Dr. Reardon?"
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Well, hey, they were at work, after all.
"Can you spare a moment? I need to speak to you. Privately." Her eyes shifted, giving off the air of a playful smirk without actually forming one on her lips.
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Peter leaned back and glanced at Maggie, who seemed to be holding her own for the time being. Chances were he could sneak away without her injuring herself. And if she did, well it would only be one more thing to fix later.
"Yeah, let me just wash my hands first." Which he did rather quickly, before stepping around the desk. His blue scrubs were nearly brilliant in the hallway lighting of PPTH. Unshaven, as usual, they were probably his most attractive aspect at the moment. "What's on your mind?"
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