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Post by Apparition on Oct 11, 2015 18:58:31 GMT -5
"So, show of hands. How many of you partied so hard that you don't remember what we covered Friday?" Shen asked with a bit of a grin on his face. When over half of his class raised their hand, his head lowered and a slight sigh escaped. He nodded slowly and turned on the projector. The entirety of this Monday's class was going back over World War 2, the subject matter they'd talked about on Friday. His class was only an hour and a half today, of that he was glad. He also didn't have any other classes. Today was a short day for him, but he'd spend most of the rest of it grading exams from his other classes. Then there was a small group of alumni coming in today for some reason. It was likely that he'd run into a few of them during his day.
His class came to a close, and he turned off the projector. "Alright, so let's try to remember what we talked about today, yeah?" he joked, to a chorus of laughter from the students. He was one of the few professors that all the students liked. As the class filed out of the room, Shen picked up a folder full of the exams to be graded and put them in his bag, along with a couple of red pens. He was going to go to the lounge to do the papers, but that's when he saw the dean come into his classroom, followed by the group of five alumni. Dean Whitmore was saying something about building more classrooms and upgrading some of the sports areas and equipment. No doubt she was looking to glean money out of the alum. "I'm sorry, Mr. Igawa, I thought your classes were done for the day," the dean remarked. "They are, Ms. Whitmore," he answered. "I was just going over some exams. I'll clear out so you can have the room." The dean gave a wave of her hand to stay that notion. He was a tenured professor now, having him there to talk the school up might help bring in that money.
"Professor Igawa, let me introduce you to our visiting alumni. Martin Edwards, Angela Davies, Curtis Yeardley, Quentin Newman, and Breanna Woodard. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Professor Shen Igawa, world history, and a tenured professor here. How long has it been, Shen, eight years?" Shen nodded that she was correct, eight years and a few months. He nodded to each of the alum, his gaze lingering for a touch longer at Breanna. "Pleasure to meet you all," he greeted. The dean continued on her sales pitch for a while still, asking Shen for input a few times during the speech. During the moments she was just talking, Shen wondered what each of the alum did for a living. All of them were particularly well dressed, in a strong contrast to his jeans and untucked polo shirt, which he didn't even realize the back of the collar was turned up on. He took turns looking at their body language and listening to the way they spoke, but he wasn't that good of a read on others honestly, so he got nowhere fast. He figured Quentin for a basketball player while he had been in school, since he'd asked about the former coach, who had just recently died after a bout with cancer. Quentin liked that they'd renamed the basketball gym after that coach, Ernie P. Taylor Arena.
The dean droned on a bit longer, but Shen was glad to see that the alum were also putting in their comments and questions. It was always a good thing to get the input of those you were trying to pitch to. Shen leaned back on his desk and listened as the conversation continued, chiming in where necessary.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Oct 23, 2015 0:29:45 GMT -5
Breanna had never really understood the point of giving alumni tours and the like. The whole point of being an alumni was that you’d already gone to the school and at least kinda knew your way around. Although, there had been quite a bit of construction that had been going on when Bre attended SCU that was now completed. Seeing the new buildings and whatnot was pretty fun, actually. That was the whole point, she guessed. Make the alumni all nostalgic, then milk them for every penny they could spare. Not that Breanna didn’t have money to burn. She was probably the best-paid executive assistant in the history of the US (thank you Solomon, Inc.), but more than anything she was practical. She wouldn’t give away a chunk of her cash without believing that she was investing in something truly worthwhile. Short of that, maybe a couple grand to the arts departments or something. Those were usually under-funded.
More buildings, more classrooms… thank goodness she’d worn her comfortable walking shoes, that was all she could think to herself. She could stand and walk around all day in her normal heels, but they’d already walked at least a couple of miles around the campus so she knew it would have been Blister City if she hadn’t had that foresight. Maybe she should invest in golf carts or something for these tours. Nah. The exercise was good for her. At least it meant she wouldn’t have to go to the gym later. Eh, who was she kidding? She would undoubtedly go anyway. She had to make the most of her time away from the office, because heaven only knew when Marc would need something and call her. Luckily that didn’t involve late night/early morning phone calls most of the time, but considering that little ‘hobby’ of his there had definitely been instances of that as well. That man was damn lucky to have her. At least he knew it too.
No more thinking about work. It was a bad habit of hers. She looked up, noticing that they were heading into a classroom. Not in the middle of a class, though. Too bad, sitting in on a lecture actually would have been sort of fun. But it wasn’t an empty classroom either. Well, well… hello professor. If her history teachers in school had looked like him, she might have actually paid attention and learned something. Yum. But seriously though, how in the world had this guy been teaching here for eight years? He looked barely old enough to be a professor at all, much less tenured. Must be one of those child geniuses or something. That meant he’d actually been here teaching when she was going to school here. Bre couldn’t help but wonder if they’d passed each other in the halls or something back then. “A pleasure…” she said to him in greeting after the other four had done so. It seemed they were taking some time to look around the newly remodeled classroom. The room was nice, but Bre decided that what she wanted to do at this point was find out more about the handsome teacher. “It’s rare to find a history professor these days that doesn’t look at least as old as what he’s teaching about. What made you decide to make that subject your focus, Professor Igawa?”
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Post by Apparition on Oct 31, 2015 20:58:12 GMT -5
Shen continued to listen for a while, not really paying full attention, but listening nonetheless. He tinkered a bit with the projector and wrote a bit in his planner as the dean continued conversing with the alum. He did, however, hear the question that the beautiful one, Breanna, asked. He opened his mouth to answer her question, but looked away for a brief moment before looking back. He chuckled about her age comment before he answered. "You know the saying. Those who don't know their history are doomed to repeat it," he started. "Well, that's sort of the way I look at it. Not to get all preachy or anything, but I doubt that anyone wants to see history repeat itself nowadays. Really don't need another alien invasion." It wasn't that he had anything against aliens. It was just the amount of damage that had been done. "I mean, a whole portion of a city was destroyed. And, please, just call me Shen." He shrugged and looked Breanna in the eye, giving a bit of a smile. There were a lot of things that Shen kept secret, but his reasons for being a professor was something he actually enjoyed discussing.
He set down the pen he'd been using as he waited for her answer, noticing peripherally that the others were carrying on conversations of their own with the dean. That was good, that gave him more time with this amazing woman. No doubt she had a few stories too. He cast a quick glance over towards the others again. The dean was droning on again. He breathed a light sigh and looked back to Breanna. "For the life of me I don't understand how that woman can go on and on like that," he whispered, but with a bit of a chuckle. It wouldn't do for the dean to actually hear him say that. It wasn't like she could fire him, but he really wouldn't want to deal with her attitude towards him after such a comment.
"So what about you? What do you do?" he asked Breanna. He had to change his train of thought, and the woman in front of him was the best possible distraction that he could ever imagine. Normally he wouldn't really be that outgoing. He was the more shy type, keeping to himself most of the time. Luckily, she'd started the solo conversation. He likely wouldn't have ever gotten up the guts to say anything to her. She looked young still, young enough that it wouldn't have been that long ago that she was a student at the university. He wondered why he'd never seen her in the halls. Probably just had classes at different times and other subjects or such. He smiled and leaned back against his desk again.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Nov 3, 2015 22:03:31 GMT -5
“Shen, then…” It felt odd calling him by his given name. So much more personal than she was used to thinking of teachers on this campus. Bre had to keep reminding herself that she wasn’t a student anymore. Calling a professor or a dean by their first name was not inappropriate anymore. They were all more or less equals now. Maybe she hadn’t gotten her doctorate, but all in all she’d done quite well for herself. She doubted that anyone would say otherwise. Well, maybe someone who preferred owning their own business to working for someone else, but that was their own prerogative. Bre genuinely liked her job most of the time.
The professor’s next comment made Bre giggle, though obviously she had to keep a lid on that since she didn’t want the dean to know that they were having a laugh at her expense. “I know! I mean I hate to say it, but barely any of us have gotten a word in edgewise for the last two and a half hours.” She took a quick glance at the dean and the rest of the group. “It’s good that she’s so passionate about this place, though. Gives me a good feeling for where my money would go.” She’d already pretty much decided to donate to the cause, but at this point it was a matter of how much. And whether or not she was going to specify that the money went to a specific department.
“Technically speaking, I think that I should be the one asking questions shouldn’t it? Since the school are the ones wanting money from us?” A little teasing wasn’t a bad thing, at least not to Bre. “I basically run a multi-billion dollar corporation. And by that, I mean I’m Marc Solomon’s personal assistant.” Again, she laughed lightly. At work she was very professional, at least partially because she didn’t want people to ever think she was sleeping with Marc. He was handsome enough, but that whole brooding and dangerous things was so not her type. She needed stability, and with Marc’s extracurricular activities she knew that she would never touch that. He’d undoubtedly find someone to help him grow past the death of his wife, but it wouldn’t be her. He knew that too, and that was part of why they were able to work so well together and trust each other completely. No worry about complications. Their relationship was purely professional. Clean and simple. Here she could be a little more relaxed, at least until her phone rang because either Marc needed something, or someone needed Marc and was not able to get ahold of him. Story of her life. But hopefully that wouldn’t happen today. Especially not now that she had such agreeable company. She’d hate to have to leave early because of an emergency.
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Post by Apparition on Nov 14, 2015 12:36:53 GMT -5
Shen's shoulders bobbed up and down in a hearty chuckle. He just couldn't help himself. When the dean turned to look at him, he simply gave the "it's nothing" wave of the hand and facial expression. She turned back, and surprisingly, a couple of the alum got a question in. She went about answering those questions. Shen chuckled again and looked back to the stunning woman in front of him. He nodded his approval though, when she mentioned how much the dean must truly care about the school. That fact could not be hidden. The woman was very respectable, always the first one there and almost always the last to leave in the evenings. Truly a marvel. Shen couldn't do that, though he did love his job, he liked his time off too.
"That, I can't disagree with," he answered to her next question. He noted the teasing tone, and had to admit that he liked that. So beautiful, and such a good personality. She'd be hard to keep up with, he could tell. He also had to admit that he'd be very open to trying to rise to that challenge. His eyes nearly bugged out when she mentioned what her job was. Well, that was impressive for certain. Not just anyone could manage the life of a billionaire. Sometimes he wondered how that went, though he knew that he'd never have to worry about it. His salary was good, but nothing like that. Though to be honest, he was okay with that. Shen didn't need the high life. His life was good. But it would be better with her in it. He smiled, trying to play off those thoughts. Her life had to be complicated. With him having powers, that would only make it worse for her. He wouldn't want that, and he wasn't the type to keep things from people when he cared about them. "I imagine that must keep you very busy. There wouldn't happen to be a Mr. Woodard, would there?" He cleared his throat quickly, silently scolding himself for asking that question of her. He was about to apologize for the directness of his question, but there was no point in that now. He doubted very seriously that she had a relationship with Mr. Solomon, considering that the man had never even been in the tabloids or connected to anyone in the dating world.
He looked over again at the others, and the dean was answering another question. He couldn't help but to wonder if she'd heard what they were talking about. A little grin passed his face at the thought, and he turned his attention back to Breanna, waiting for her answer. "I mean, that sort of responsibility must not leave you much time for yourself, is all." Yep, he found a way to apologize anyway. Sometimes he was just too polite. Not that he didn't want to know, of course. Because "wow" was all he could think when he looked at her.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Nov 14, 2015 17:07:10 GMT -5
A Mr. Woodard? Bre smiled. If she didn’t know better, she might think Shen was interested in her. Maybe she should test the waters a bit, because she definitely wouldn’t mind if that were the case. “No, no Mr. Woodards or future Mr. Woodards on the horizon.” Her job did take a lot of time, and more than that a lot of men were intimidated by the amount of success she’d already had in her career. That meant she didn’t date often, and was used to having to make the first move on men. It was a little unfortunate, but that was life. “So what about you? Is there a Mrs. Igawa? Maybe a couple of baby Igawas running around the house?” For some reason, she could picture him as a father with a couple of completely adorable little Japanese babies. And at the same time, she really hoped that he wasn’t married or taken.
It didn’t matter that much, though. She had to remind herself that she was only here in town for as long as Marc was. That meant she probably wasn’t going to have time to get attached to anyone. Could be next week, could be months. Dammit. This was one of those rare times where she was actually wishing that she would have more time to get to know someone. Not knowing was worse than having a pre-established departure date. At least in the meantime he was footing the bill for her temporary lodgings, so all she really had to worry about was paying the bills back home. Thank goodness it was all done electronically these days, otherwise it would be difficult for her to keep track of everything without having to travel back home every couple of weeks to check on things. Though actually, that wouldn’t be a bad idea. Lord only knew what that board of execs had been up to in the weeks that she and Marc had been gone already. She swore sometimes that if they were each donated another half a brain, it would be lonely. Maybe she should talk to Marc about that later. Dammit, no. She was working again. It was a horrible habit, and one that she really needed to learn to stop doing when she wasn’t on the clock. Especially in front of handsome men. This kind of crap was how she drove most men away. Once they knew her well enough to recognize her ‘working’ face, and realized exactly how often she was thinking about the business, it was all over.
“You are right about that. I don’t have a whole lot of time to myself. Though Marc and I have set up very specific boundaries, so if I need a night off or something he knows better than to call me for anything unless it’s an emergency, so it actually works out pretty well most of the time.” Those emergencies of his when he did have them were not a joke. Bre knew that all too well. And oftentimes, the authorities could not be involved without them discovering Marc’s alter-ego. That was why he needed her, and why she’d had to brush up on her first aid knowledge. She swore at this point that she could do a suture like a pro.
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Post by Apparition on Dec 12, 2015 11:51:02 GMT -5
Shen couldn't help it when she mentioned little Igawa children. A belly laugh escaped him, loud and boisterous. It wasn't often that happened, but that was just a good one. He shook his head as he came out of the laugh. "No, no kids, no wife. I uhm, don't really find much time for that sort of thing either." He hated not having time for that, but somehow he felt that it was by design. Maybe now he could push some of what he did aside and make time. Or maybe he was just getting ahead of himself. Was she even interested? Well, he did hav her attention. Never mind the look he got from the dean during that laugh. "Oh my God, you're going to get me fired," he teased in a hushed tone.
"Well, that's good," he said when she mentioned the boundaries that her and her employer had set up. It wasn't like the guy wasn't a grown man after all. He could look after himself. Of course, Shen didn't know about the extracurricular activities either. Also, she didn't know about his own abilities. That was something that He'd often wondered about the city they were from. Apparently, there was a good university there. But, getting ahead of himself again...
The dean was finally finished with her pitch and was going to allow the alumni to wander the place for themselves and see it again through their own eyes, unadulterated by someone else's words or opinions. So the others left the room and Shen blew out a sigh. "Well, I have time if you'd like a personalized tour," he said. He knew that she wouldn't necessarily need it, being as she'd gone to school there and she likely knew every nook and cranny. But, things had happened since she'd graduated. There were stories to tell. And honestly, he wanted to eat up every minute of her time that he possibly could, hoping against all hope that her boss wouldn't call and that she wouldn't have to run off. "Interested?" he asked.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Dec 19, 2015 15:23:07 GMT -5
Well, that was promising. Not married, and if he’d had a girlfriend he most likely would have mentioned it. At least, hopefully. Shen didn’t seem like the kind of man that would be sleazy and not mention if he was in a relationship with someone already. But not having time for dating was something that obviously Breanna could empathize with all too well. That was always the biggest complication, and in a situation where both parties had very full schedules it could be difficult for them to spend time together. Wait, why was she thinking like that? Sure, she was very much attracted to the young professor, but she couldn’t let herself get too interested in him. Her home was on the other side of the damn country, after all. Even knowing that, she couldn’t help but be drawn in on seeing him smile and laugh. “Hey, don’t blame me for anything. I’m not twisting your arm.”
“It was necessary… My last boss was pretty overbearing,” she explained. Marc really only contacted her outside of working hours when he really needed her. Her last boss would call her anytime he damn well pleased, asking her to run errands for him or just to take down a note. Having the man call her at 2am to have her remind him of something he’d dreamed about in the morning had been the final straw.
It seemed like the tour was over now. So soon? Bre had been hoping to get a little more time talking to Shen. Oh well. She shook the dean’s hand one last time as the rest of the alumni filtered out of the room. She figured she should as well, but reached into her purse to check her phone before moving toward the exit just in case she had any emergency fires that she needed to put out. One missed call from Sanders. That could wait until later. Good. Now if she could only think of a good excuse for her to stick around a little longer… but it appeared that Shen was one step ahead of her. A personalized tour, huh? He wasn’t even really trying to mask the fact that he wanted to spend more time with her. It was so refreshing. Bre smiled. “Absolutely!” she responded when he asked if she was interested. “The dean already showed us a lot of the new construction, though.” She couldn’t help but wonder where he would take her.
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Post by Apparition on Dec 27, 2015 22:54:08 GMT -5
Yes, Shen would have mentioned anyone special in his life, if there were anyone. He really wasn't the type to hold that sort of information back. Especially when he was more interested in the woman standing in front of him. She was without question the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He just shrugged when she said not to blame her, then let out another laugh. "No blame here, I'm just saying," he offered. He looked away for the moment that Breanna shook the dean's hand. He really hoped that she'd take him up on his offer though. A smile crossed his face when she did. "Well, I'm not talking about the new things," he answered. "I'm talking about stories."
And he led her through the door, down the hallway and around the left corner, just past the maintenance closet. He opened up the door to another classroom, empty. "This is a slightly embarrassing story. I was going towards the lounge one day, feeling a little lazy after my second class of the day, and I heard noises coming from in here," he started. He walked over to one of the desks and pointed to it, but didn't dare touch it. "Right here, on this desk, I caught the school's quarterback, Grant Hartley, making out with Elizabeth Jameson. He damn near had her out of all of her clothes. Now, that doesn't seem so embarrassing at first, I know." He sighed out a heavy breath and shook his head. "Elizabeth was in my next class. So every time I glanced around the room at the class I saw her...well, nearly getting penetrated." A redness touched his cheek. "I couldn't bear to report them. They're both good kids, four point oh gpa's, multiple extracurriculars, you know?" He shook his head again and, after allowing her time to say something, he went back out of the room.
He pointed to the door by the next hallway, the men's restroom. "There, I stepped out of the restroom, accidentally stepping where the janitor had just mopped. Before I had the chance to apologize, he went on an angry rant and attempted to flip me off. Apparently, he'd had a rough day. He wasn't exactly right in the head, mind you. Now I say he attempted to flip me off, but when he tried, instead of putting up his middle finger, he put up his ring finger. It took every bit of strength that I had not to laugh." He chuckled at the memory. "So many stories I could tell. I can't help but wonder though. What kind of stories do you have about this place? If you're willing to share, I mean."
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Jan 1, 2016 18:12:11 GMT -5
“Stories, huh?” This was definitely going to be a more fun tour than the one she’d already gone on. Sure, that had been quite a walk and she was looking forward to the time in her near future when she would be sitting down again, but given the present company she was in no hurry to get there. Shen was fascinating to her on top of being incredibly handsome, and all she knew for sure was that she was glad that he seemed to share her desire for the two of them to spend more time together. At least, for now.
Bre followed him eagerly as he led her to another classroom. An amused smile crossed her face as she peered in, and the smile only grew as he told his story. The story itself was hilarious, but even more amusing to her was how flustered Shen seemed to be just from the retelling of it. It wasn’t just a hallucination, either, there was definitely a blush there. It was pretty much adorable. “In a classroom in broad daylight, huh?” She nodded with an impressed and somewhat approving expression. She could see how that would be considered a hot situation, and was impressed with the kids’ guts in trying to pull it off. “That’s one I never thought of…” She’d been somewhat adventurous in her youth when it came to those kind of things. Ha. In her youth. It was only like 5 years ago, but it did kinda seem like a lifetime ago when she thought about how far she’d come in that time.
His next story made her giggle as they walked past the men’s bathroom. “That’s classic. I think we should just start doing that everywhere. Cut me off in traffic? You get the ring finger…” She said with a laugh, making the gesture to the window. But now he wanted to know some of her stories as well. “Hmm… well I didn’t spend much time in this building…” Which was probably why they’d never met before today. Such a shame. She so would have loved to see him when he’d first started teaching. Although the temptation might have been too much and she would have ended up trying something that would have gotten them both in a lot of trouble if he’d gone for it. Probably for the best in the end. “I used to spend a lot of time out there by that tree, though,” she told him, pointing out the window at a maple in the distance. “Come on…” She led him outside the building and over to that tree. “This was my favorite spot for studying, napping, you name it…”
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Post by Apparition on Jan 17, 2016 22:20:47 GMT -5
The story was something that he'd not told anyone before. It was sort of his way of just keeping it a secret really. The kids had moved on and last he heard, the girl was pregnant. So he guessed that they'd found another spot to do the deed. A slight chuckle passed at the thought and he focused his attention back to the amazing woman in conversation with him. It really was a shame that he hadn't met her sooner, but that could have been quite the situation. There's no way he could have been her professor. Though, a dirty thought or two did cross his mind at that inkling. He shook the thoughts away and smiled. By that time, she was talking about the ring finger insult. He laughed out at that. "I could see that really catching on. Tweet it or something," he said with a laugh. Not that he had a twitter account or anything.
She pointed out a tree just outside. He'd stayed out there a few times at lunch. He wasn't the only one that did that either. Apparently it was quite the famous tree. "You name it?" he questioned with a wry look. He followed her out there though, when she'd beckoned for him to come with her. I'd follow you anywhere, he thought. He then silently scolded himself with the warning to keep those thoughts silent. He'd wait and let her say whatever she wanted to about the tree, or whatever she'd reveal about it, before he spoke up again or reacted to what she said.
He looked off into the distance. It had the look like it was going to rain fairly soon. "You, umm...," he started. He didn't have any more classes for the day, so why not? "You want to go get some coffee or something?" he asked. That was bold of him. Well, it was a bold move for him. He wasn't exactly the smoothest of characters, but he found that he really liked this young woman. And if something were to happen, there could be no scandal since she wasn't a student at the school anymore. "I know a nice little place just up the road a bit from here. It's actually the dean's cousin that owns it. I promise he's not as talkative as she is," he assured her, giving a slight chuckle at that.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Jan 27, 2016 21:03:24 GMT -5
Bre looked over at Shen, taking a moment to decide how much she should actually tell him before smiling slyly. “Dirty mind? You might be spending a little too much time around teenagers, Professor,” she teased. It amused her that he’d asked for that clarification. At the same time, though, she couldn’t deny it. “But yep. You name it…” That particular thing that she was thinking of had only actually happened once, but he didn’t need to know that. Might be better to let his imagination wander, though she also didn’t want him to think that she was easy, by any measure. It was college, after all. The perfect time for experimentation and letting loose.
That actually made her wonder how much experience Shen had in that area. Obviously he could probably get just about any woman he wanted, but if he was already teaching before he was even old enough to drink, that meant that the majority of the women his age that he met through work would have been students, and therefore off-limits. All the other professors would have most likely been significantly older than him. Well, maybe he liked older women. Or maybe he’d found other ways to get in some social interaction. Now it was probably slightly less of a problem. But he was still single. That was truly a mystery to her. Even if he claimed that his work ate up most of his free time, it was still difficult to believe that someone hadn’t come along and caught his eye by now.
Looking up, she noticed the clouds moving in with a small sigh. Rain was cool and all, but it meant that they were most likely going to have to cut the personal tour short. That was a real shame. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who thought so, since the next words out of Shen’s mouth were inviting her to a cafe for some coffee or something. She looked back at him and smiled, opening her mouth to respond when her phone rang. Again, a sigh escaped her. It was for work. “One second…” She put the earpiece in her ear and pressed the button, taking a few steps away from Shen so he wouldn’t hear her half of the conversation. Sometimes her position required her having access to sensitive information, after all. She had to be careful. She just hoped this call wouldn’t take very long, or that it wasn’t saying there was an emergency and she needed to come into the office right away.
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Post by Apparition on Feb 9, 2016 19:20:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, I can't deny that," Shen answered, about having spent too much time around teenagers. He'd actually picked up some of the lingo, but he decided to himself that he'd put it back. He was too old to act and sound like a kid. Old was a relative term anyway. He didn't feel old. But no doubt every damn one of his students would call him ancient. Just because that's how most of them were. The kids loved him though, so he knew that it was really only just them teasing him. College was the perfect time for experimentation, so there was nothing that he could blame her for in truth, regardless of what the thing she may have done were. And honestly, it really wasn't any of his business to begin with.
As far as his own love life went, he'd told her the truth when he'd said that work really kept his attention more than anything else. He'd had offers before, and women had caught his eye, but never, that was until now, had any of them made him want to not work as much. He'd even had a few flings, but none of them turned into anything more than a one and done. Frankly, he was really tired of that. It wasn't at all fulfilling, even based on his busy schedule. Sure some guys would love that, but not him. He wanted something steady. He had to admit to himself though, that he wasn't sure just how steady anything with her could be. She lived in Mooncrest City for God's sake. As soon as her boss' business here was done, she'd have to move back. Long distance wasn't something that he figured would work out that well. But he would be willing to give it a shot for her.
He saw the rainclouds coming too, and that was why, well, part of why, he'd asked her to go to the cafe. She seemed like she was about to answer before her phone went off. He nodded politely when she had to step aside, and waited patiently, hoping that it wasn't something that was going to pull her away. Even if it was, he'd offer to walk her to her car. This city was about as secure as a city got, but there were still dangers, and he wouldn't want anything to happen to her. He checked his phone while she was on her call, remembering that he'd left it on silent. There was a text from one of his friends about the tickets to the next game. He quickly answered back that he had the tickets for him, and he'd bring them by later. He returned his phone to his pocket before looking back towards Breanna.
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Post by Breanna Woodard on Mar 8, 2016 23:31:07 GMT -5
It was not a particularly long conversation. Just someone from the board requesting some information that was going to have to wait until Breanna was back home, where she would be able to access her work documents. The man made it sound urgent, but in reality it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until the next day. Men like Frank Shapiro weren’t used to being told to wait, though, so he gave her a bit of a hard time. Two could play that game. “Well Frank, if you’re that disappointed I welcome you to bring it up with Mr. Solomon himself and request an exception. Otherwise, you’ll have the information you need within the normal 24 hour turnaround… Mhm... Now, I have a very important meeting I have to get back to, so if that’s all… Uh huh… Right... Yeah… Talk to you later, Frank. Say hi to Sharon for me…”
Bre pushed the button on her earpiece to hang up the call and turned back to Shen. “Sorry about that. You’re never really off the clock when you have a company phone.” He could probably relate, considering that probably a lot of his time was spent taking work home to grade essays and papers and so forth. He did say that was what really kept him from dating. Every time she reminded herself of that fact, all she could think to herself was that it was a crying shame. A man that handsome and intelligent should have an amazing woman waiting at home for him. If she still lived here in Sapphire City, or if he was from Mooncrest, she’d probably do everything in her power to make sure that woman was her. Alas, that was not the case.
Meeting his dark eyes gave her all sorts of wild thoughts about wanting to try to beat the overwhelming odds of attempting something long distance, but intellectually she knew that it wasn’t a good idea. What a shame. Didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a nice cup of coffee with the man, though. Even if it was just torturing herself with the ‘what if’s. “You ready to go?” She glanced briefly around the surrounding area as she caught her bearings and glanced in the direction of the lot where her car was waiting. “I’m parked over there. You said the cafe is just up the road, right?” She was sure she could find it, unless he’d wanted to ride in the same car or something.
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Post by Apparition on May 14, 2016 21:15:39 GMT -5
Shen was highly impressed with how Breanna handled the call. Though he didn't know exactly what the situation on the other end was, he imagined that it had to be some high powered big wig who wanted attention immediately. When she mentioned bringing in Mr. Solomon the conversation didn't last much longer. Name-dropping like that took serious clout.
"No problem at all," he answered about her apology. He chuckled though about the company phone thing. He was glad he didn't have that issue. But he did grade papers at home a lot, and dealt with students after classes. So a lot of his life was devoted to work too. So he could sympathize with her. The connection was there, and Shen felt it strongly.
"I'm ready," he answered. He nodded when she said where she was parked. "I'm closer, teacher's parking lot," he pointed to his car. It wasn't in the best condition, but it got him from point A to point B. That was all that mattered. "We could just take my car if you're okay with that." He pushed the button on his keychain for the doors to unlock, but it didn't work. "Damn it," he said as he pushed the button again. He heard the doors unlock that time, then looked at the device like it had betrayed him.
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