Leaning up, Brendan flinches at her flicking his nose and he immediately wraps his arms around her waist. Twisting her ever so slightly, he brushes her hair out of the way with his face, littering her neck with smooth kisses. Looking up at her, he blushes when she kisses his nose. "So how about you and me have a nice relaxing weekend, hm? Then I'll go to the city and you can visit me whenever your heart desires. Perhaps I'll make a habit of taking my weekends off to come back down here." Kissing her again and again, Brendan actually starts to tear up, denying the fact that he is so emotional to have her back. Blinking rapidly, he can't help but wipe the back of his hands against his eyes to collect the salty water. "I love you, Nancy, you and your cute bear-ness. Yeah, yeah, grandma won't shut up but hey, she is right. Right one-hundred and a gubuzillion percent." The rest of their weekend together had relatively few bumps, once the barrier between them was broken, it's hardly likely to tare them off of one another.
A solid month passes and winter is well on its way. The crunch of a new blanket of white snow covers the city. Brendan sits at his desk, tapping a pencil away at the memo pad, thinking of ideas and such to quickly jot down. Expecting a phone call from someone, his left hand steadies itself against the phone in the black cradle. One by one his fingers tap away, glancing to the time on his computer screen. His office is big enough to have a couch, table and his desk, not to mention the cabinets lining the wall behind him. To his left is a glass window, a beautiful view of the river twisting its way through the concrete world. "What a shame..." Brendan breathes, hearing the rap of solid fists against the door. His hair is combed back today, sunglasses neatly folded by his phone. In a blue suit and a purple tie against a striped shirt, Brendan certainly looks as sharp as always. Speaking with Nancy last night, he is expecting her to come to his office today before he finishes up work and takes her home.
His gray eyes move to his secretary, a jolt of joy running through him when she says he has a visitor. "Send her in." He calmly adds, grinning wide. The excitement soon fades when he hears Molly's voice.
"It's not a -she-, sir. Captain Harkol is here for you. Remember your 4 o' clock?" She offers him a sweet smile, never seeing him this jittery in a long while. Putting his pencil back down on the table, Brendan signals her to let Captain Harkol in.
"Ah, yes, of course, Molly. How foolish of me to forget. Send him right in." As soon as the secretary turns, her black two inch heels tapping against the glass floor as her red dressed body leaves the door open behind her. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Brendan can't wait for it -all- to be over. All he can think about is Nancy and the two weekends ago he made a trip back out to see her again, spending most of their time inside her grandmother's house on account for the chilly winter snow. But as always, they took a walk all bundled up in their hats and scarves and enjoyed as many romantic moments as they could. Brendan even got hit in the face with a baseball! The swelling has gone down and the bruise for the most part has settled. Most of his co-workers though some guy finally clocked him one.
