*Elio*
“What’s wrong?”
Even with her voice riddled with nervousness, she still somehow managed to sound like a boss being told his workers fucked up. I couldn’t help the pull of my lips at the image of her in a suit, dwarfed by a huge black swivel chair, trying to be serious all while looking more adorable than a kitten.
“Elio?” Cat asked, worry bleeding into her tone.
I coughed into my hand, throwing away the brief fantasy as I focused on the task at hand.
“Nothing wrong,” I told her calmly. “It’s good news, actually.”
I heard her breath of relief over the phone. “That’s good. So, what’s going on?”
I smiled to myself as she switched from stern and worried to excitement all with one breath. She was so goddamn adorable sometimes that I felt like screaming into the void.
“I actually wanted to take you to New York as soon as you’re done with classes for the week, just for the weekend,” I said cooly.
