Post by md on Dec 16, 2007 15:11:52 GMT -5
Rushing into the main lobby of the GCW Tower, Miles Divine hunches over and takes a breather for a few seconds. He catches enough wind to hurry over to the receptionist at the front desk, who's taken by surprise. He gives her a "hey how you doing babe" look and a wink, before running off to the elevator. Even in panic mode, he just can't let that "fine" frame of mind go. 
The elevator happened to be open as he closed in on it, two employees punched out for the day walking out of it. He gives the female of the two a wink as he slides between her and her male companion, slipping right in while the doors are sliding closed. Good thing he wasn't wearing boots, or he'd never be able to pull that off.
Miles presses the button for her floor. So many instances coming to mind as he prepared himself, planning out what he should say. Funny how hard this was with this just one woman when he's usually comfortable when it comes to the ladies. Talking to them wasn't something he had much, if at all, trouble with. Maybe because it didn't matter to him if he made a fool out of himself when socializing with chicks, since women love a man that can make 'em laugh, but he didn't want to half-ass what he'd say to this one. She'd be a hard egg to crack, 'specially under the circumstances. Ya know, her being his boss and all. 'Cause the last thing she'd want is something like "GCW CEO Sucks Face With New Breakout GCW Superstar" on the front page of the Tribune here. It'd be a scandal, a HOT one, but still a scandal.
He'd have to think of something to loosen her up, break the ice without it being forced. The right signals if ya know what he means. As the elevator nears her floor, the top floor, he tries to push out all the "turning him down with a slap, scowl, laughter, etc" scenes flashing in his head. He had to get himself together too. Mirror, he needed a mirror. Luckily the back wall of the elevator had a full length, wide mirror there at his disposal. Mighty convenient.
His hair was looking fine as ever, a little flustered from his haste earlier but good nonetheless. Wrinkles and all had to be pressed away, that everything was looking clean. Oh and his mouth too. He inspects his teeth, but they check out being fine. He then pops in a stick of gum, to bring back the freshness. Must have been bits of garlic in that pasta sauce. He turns around just as the elevator arrives at his desired destination. Quick last minute retouches before he sighs a "Here goes nothing."
Stepping into the hallway, it looked kinda gloomy, since no one seemed to be around. It WAS sevenish but please god let her be here.
He sounds a little desperate. He needs to get himself together. Cutting the corner that leads into the corridor, where her office lies at the end of, Miles spots a figure, jostling around with something.
The elevator happened to be open as he closed in on it, two employees punched out for the day walking out of it. He gives the female of the two a wink as he slides between her and her male companion, slipping right in while the doors are sliding closed. Good thing he wasn't wearing boots, or he'd never be able to pull that off.Miles presses the button for her floor. So many instances coming to mind as he prepared himself, planning out what he should say. Funny how hard this was with this just one woman when he's usually comfortable when it comes to the ladies. Talking to them wasn't something he had much, if at all, trouble with. Maybe because it didn't matter to him if he made a fool out of himself when socializing with chicks, since women love a man that can make 'em laugh, but he didn't want to half-ass what he'd say to this one. She'd be a hard egg to crack, 'specially under the circumstances. Ya know, her being his boss and all. 'Cause the last thing she'd want is something like "GCW CEO Sucks Face With New Breakout GCW Superstar" on the front page of the Tribune here. It'd be a scandal, a HOT one, but still a scandal.
He'd have to think of something to loosen her up, break the ice without it being forced. The right signals if ya know what he means. As the elevator nears her floor, the top floor, he tries to push out all the "turning him down with a slap, scowl, laughter, etc" scenes flashing in his head. He had to get himself together too. Mirror, he needed a mirror. Luckily the back wall of the elevator had a full length, wide mirror there at his disposal. Mighty convenient.
His hair was looking fine as ever, a little flustered from his haste earlier but good nonetheless. Wrinkles and all had to be pressed away, that everything was looking clean. Oh and his mouth too. He inspects his teeth, but they check out being fine. He then pops in a stick of gum, to bring back the freshness. Must have been bits of garlic in that pasta sauce.
He turns around just as the elevator arrives at his desired destination. Quick last minute retouches before he sighs a "Here goes nothing."Stepping into the hallway, it looked kinda gloomy, since no one seemed to be around. It WAS sevenish but please god let her be here.
He sounds a little desperate. He needs to get himself together. Cutting the corner that leads into the corridor, where her office lies at the end of, Miles spots a figure, jostling around with something.