since you enjoy david: i want him flustered over receiving gifts / compliments / general good things that some guys don't often get. him in the valentines audio getting all (noise) over some flowers? yeahhh
(a/n: I LITERALLY JUST LISTENED TO THAT ONE. your mind>>>>)
The knock at the conference room door drew his attention for the third time. He had been clicking through a presentation going over their quarterly financials, what that meant for the company going through the rest of the fiscal year up until their taxes were due, and projections for the next. He had managed to go through the whole deal with over half of the team still looking mildly interested (Asher was a lost cause, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he poked a stiff eraser full of cheap pencils, and Milo was trying his hardest even though his eyes darted toward the window every five seconds or so). But some guy in a blue polo and unnervingly tight khakis was at the glass door, rapping his knuckles until the pane vibrated and the metal handle rattled.
Gritting his teeth, he muttered something about sending the presentation to their work emails before stalking off to the door, flinging it open and closing it with a decisive swoosh.
“Can I help you?” he all but snapped, taking a small amount of satisfaction in the way the man’s shoulders hitched up to his ears. There was a reason David didn’t work the front desk.
“I-I, um, have a delivery?” the guy said, the sentence coming out as more of a question, perhaps even a plea for mercy. “For Mr. Shaw?”
David’s eyes narrowed before they flicked down to the white piping at the man’s left pec. By Any Other Name, the letters read. His eyebrows drew together as his mind raced to recall where he had seen the name before.
“I am.” he replied evenly, and a terribly awkward silence descended.
“Well?” he pressed, and the man fumbled with a blocky electronic device, asking for his signature before leading him out to the front lobby. Upon the desk (currently manned by Christian, who would have been the only individual fully invested in the presentation. But David let Asher schedule the office itself, and he knew his best friend took pleasure in ridding Christian of small joys) was a truly garish basket of blossoms, spilling over to drift on the faux marble. He couldn’t even register all of the different flowers: baby’s breath, pink camellias, sweet violets, daffodils, and what seemed like a truckload of daisies.
He couldn’t even manage to work his jaw back up from where it had slackened before the man, satisfied with his signature, dashed out of the front door, clambering into his white van with the company’s logo blazoned on the side and peeling out of the parking lot.
“There’s a note.” Christian drawled, unable to keep the irritation out of his voice as he gave David the slip of paper. He felt his heart give a peculiar stutter-thump in his chest.
I’m sure you were doing something soooo important, and I’m definitely sorry for pulling you away from it. Just thinking of how much I love you, hence the specific flowers. I’ll tell you what they mean when you take your break. I’m bringing you lunch. I didn’t make an appointment, but I’m hoping to worm my way into your schedule. See you soon!
Love, Angel :) (p.s. don’t they look terrible all together? i love it)
He chewed on the inside of his cheek to conceal a smile, blood thrumming at the prospect of sharing lunch with his mate in what had been a complete droll-fest of a day so far.
But then he caught Christian’s probing gaze, clearing his throat and rolling his shoulders back.
“I’m not taking any meetings or calls during lunch,” he said promptly. “I’ll be offsite.”
He strode back to his office, remembering his earlier words and thumbing out a group email with the presentation link, letting a small chuckle erupt at the collective groans that sounded from the conference room.
