“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” Viv replied with a little chuckle. But she let her eyes soften, her shoulders dropping down a little after the whole dramatic scene. It was lucky her friend had come along the moment he did, because she knew things could’ve escalated even more, she was so sick of these idiots. “Real mature. A winning retort right there.” She muttered, taking another drink of her coffee, the laughter coming through in her eyes. “I was… definitely not manifesting that.” She deadpanned. “But hey do your thing and I will have lunch with you. We gotta catch up on our Netflix shows.” She focused on her own computer for a second and fired off a couple of emails, once again grateful she wasn’t in the middle of an angry explosion anymore. Her eyes were squinted as she carefully assessed a contract she’d been asked to give a final check, and it took her a moment to drag them back to Lazlo. “Almost, let me just se…” She snapped her hand up, almost slapping his hand. “Don’t mess with my hair, doofus.” She sent the confirmation email and snapped her laptop shut. “Come on, lest go get lunch.”
"Joke's on you, I'm your personally assigned problem until my untimely death." Laszlo offered out in one single breath, finishing his own coffee before deciding to toss the cup into the trashcan that was furthest from Vivi's desk. Even if the thing hit bullseye, there was no denying the trail of the liquid that now stained the shirts of several of the men in the room. "Sure you weren't. Whatever lets you sleep at night." He could feel the burst of energy that was slowly coursing through his veins just thanks to their little back and forth. The problem he had to fix would have not taken longer than a couple of minutes but Laz had to make a conscious decision to not remove his eyes from the screen... failing miserably. His sight had a will of its own and it ended up focusing on Vivi's face more than it was absolutely necessary; how could a person look so captivating with a small frown and a frustrated smile? "All attachments sent?" He kicked himself mentally as he ignored the other calls for help from the other side of the room, hoping she hadn't taken notice of his eternally dumbfounded expression. "Try not to burn the fucking thing and I'll fix it after smashing your head in with it." Laszlo called out disinterestedly, opening the door and waiting on her. "You wanted to try out that new ramen place, didn't you? We can take my car, I've had enough of the subway for the rest of the year."
“I’m pretty sure that role is assigned to your mother or your future partner and since I am neither, I get to just enjoy your company and then tell you to fuck off when I want to.” Vivi replied nonchalantly. Her eyes followed the almost empty cup as it flew through the office and she clicked her tongue at him. “You’re gonna get in trouble with Richard if you keep pulling shit like that.” She mumbled, trying not to laugh at the men now pouting at their stained clothes. “You don’t want that, believe me.” She adviced him a little more seriously. “Usually it’s CBD drops or some good ol’…” she proceeded to one again click her tongue with a completely different meaning, deadpanning. She dragged her eyes away from the computer and stood up in one fluid motion, turning to offer him a warmed smile. “Yep. I’m good for now, they can figure out how to live without me for the next couple of hours.” She walked out of the office without looking back, letting her laugh bubble out of her at his words and knowing there was probably some angry coworker glaring at them as they left. “Yeah, sure. How elite.” She teased. “I get to abscond from the tiresome means of transportation of my everyday routine, thank you, good sir.” She placed one hand over her forehead, moving the other one to clutch at her shirt and pretended to faint from the excitement.
