[log] the lonely are the prettiest of all they burn from the inside

[rhyfelgri]

By the time Enfys realizes she'd left anything behind at Brian's - when she casually broke into his flat, made him dinner and took some of his clothes with her when she left, leaving merry implications behind her - it feels like it was forever ago. It's not too hard to slip back in to pick up her things; it wasn't too hard going without them,

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[whitecityson]

Mrs Sutherland looks up from her typing calmly although you can practically see the speculation going on inside her head. "He's in a meeting with the other Mister Stewarts but he should be out shortly. You can take a seat over there, if you'd like." Outside Brian's office there are a few seats grouped together that look...ridiculously comfy and more pricey than your average waiting area. "Can I get your name, please?"

[rhyfelgri]

...it has been noted, and ought to be noted again, that she has what one might generously call a mischievous streak something like a mile wide.

"Enfys Eddings," she supplies, guilelessly charming, and adds, "I don't suppose you could let him know his lunch is going cold? I'll just take a seat."

[whitecityson]

Mrs Sutherland eyes the little basket and wonders if this was the young woman she heard Frank mention when he passed by her desk. And then she smiles, picks up the phone and presses a number. "Mr Stewart, I'm sorry to interrupt you but a Ms Eddings has come by with a parcel."

Somewhere on the other side of that phone there is a long silence and a mumble of "I'll be out soon" and some idle curiosity from someone else. Mrs Sutherland goes back to her typing and waits.

In just under five minutes later, Brian comes around the corner from somewhere else in the building trying not to look sheepish while Mrs Sutherland is sitting there pretending to type. Before he can even give out a greeting, another similar looking man is standing a little way off and giving a little wave in Enfys' direction. Yes, Frank is enjoying this.

"Hey," Brian manages. And now they're all here. Looking at him. With their eyes.

[rhyfelgri]

Enfys waves back cheerfully, unrepentantly enjoying this about as much as he is - albeit for very different reasons. "I was picking some things up from your flat," she explains, briskly good-natured and dangling the little basket from her fingers, "and I thought I'd swing by and save you finding your own lunch. Hi, Frank! I'd have made more if I knew you were about-"

Oh God Brian just smother her.