Pairing: Becker / Matt, Becker / Jess (one sided)
Notes: For primeval100 challenge 200: Past challenges / using # 20- Chocolate, 108- Music, 122- Mixed signals, 11- Surprise
“Bring me back some chocolate,” she’d called after them as a joke. “Nothing with orange in it, though. That’s just weird.”
When Becker returned he quietly slipped the bar of Dairy Milk onto her desk. “Nothing with orange, right?” he asked.
Stunned that he’d actually remembered, she smiled at him. Maybe her interest wasn’t completely unfounded; he had brought her chocolate, after all. And he kept smiling at her, and had such a lovely smile…
More determined, Jess decided that she was going to have to try a more direct approach with him as he didn’t seem to notice subtlety.
“What do you do for fun, Becker?” Jess asked, perching on the edge of the desk he was working at. She smiled, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she spoke. “What about music?”
“What about it?” Becker asked distractedly.
“Maybe we could go see a concert sometime.”
He looked up then, confused, knowing he’d missed part of the conversation.
Jess just sighed, going back to her own desk.
When she had gone, Matt sat down beside Becker. “You have to tell her you’re not interested.”
“She likes you.”
Matt rolled his eyes in despair.
He said he wanted to talk to her! Maybe he had taken the massive hints she had been throwing his way for the past few months. And that he wanted to talk to her in private, well, that was a good sign. Wasn’t it?
Becker smiled as she came into the room, the door swishing shut behind her.
“So, what did you want to talk about? Have you thought more about going to the theatre?”
“Jess, I can’t. I’m seeing someone.”
Jess let her gaze drop from his. “Oh. I’m sorry; I didn’t know.”
“I should have told you earlier.”
Jess headed for Matt’s office, hoping he’d know something about Becker’s mystery woman. When she got there, however, she heard voices: Matt and Becker, talking about her.
“I should have told her the truth,” Becker said.
Jess knocked once, going straight in. “About what?”
They glanced at each other.
“I told you I was seeing someone.” Becker hesitated before saying, “Its Matt.”
There was a long moment of stunned silence.
“You and Matt?”
“Well, I’m happy for you,” she said eventually, giving them both a hug.
She smiled; if nothing else, she still got a hug from Becker.