Charlie had just come back from a more than needed (and maybe a little too long of a) lunch break. It wasn’t like his day had been that long so far, nor his task list that large, but it had most certainly felt like it. The White House Correspondents’ Dinner had drained him, and he was still catching up mentally. His coffee in hand, he walked back into his office, adjusted his skirt and took a seat at his desk, relaxing for a moment before pulling their purse out to find his lipstick to touch up his makeup before continuing about the day. Charlie rummaged through the purse they had taken with them - notorious for never keeping his bags organized and instead just dumping contents from one bag into the next, Charlie sifted through the small tubes of lip gloss, sticky notes, and... his hand wrapped around something rough. Pulling it out, he looked at it. A crumpled up paper towel with a half-assed joke and a phone number on it. Callaway’s. Charlie sighed gently, looked at it for a moment, before moving to throw it in the trash - it was just another joke, after all - when an unfamiliar sight caught his gaze - a bright yellow out of the corner of his eye. He pushed the note into his pocket for a moment, got up, and moved to talk to the intern whom he knew managed his appointments in the front half of his office.
“Adriana?” they asked, their voice soft and tone peculiar before they spotted the flowers in her hands. For you? I’m not sure who they’re from. They were just dropped off... she trailed. Charlie took the bouquet from Adriana, eyes confused and narrowed. “Thank you...?” Charlie mused, clearly confused as well, before moving into their office. They placed it on their desk, examined it - a gorgeous bouquet of sunflowers, their bright colours blossoming. Charlie’s fingers carefully sifted through the petals to find a note card, sealed in a small envelope. They slid their still-sharp acrylic nail underneath the seal and popped it open.
Nice legs - VI.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” they chuckled, rolling their eyes, as they tossed the note onto their desk, pulling out the crumpled up paper towel from their pocket and their phone.
OUTGOING TEXT TO: XXX-XXX-XXXX
what the hell? was this you?
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