I got both the drinks and headed to the meeting room. I knocked and waited until I heard him say 'come in'. But he said it so quietly as if he didn't even want me to hear it.
Nevertheless, I entered.
"You're late." He scoffed. His back turned to me, hands folded behind his back as he looked out of the window.
"I didn't have any info on the way you prefer -" I started, but he cut me off.
"Do I look like I care?" He asked, holding his head high as he sneered in my direction.
"It won't happen again." I said, not answering his question.
He nodded lightly, and I placed the drinks in front of him on the table.
"Two? I didn't say you could get one yourself." He said pissed.
"One is hot." I said and pointed to the corresponding cup. "and one is boiling hot." Pointing at the other cup. "I didn't know which way you liked it better. So I got both." I explained, and I could see his eyes soften.
"That's actually very smart." He admitted and put the hot one to his lips. After taking a sip, he placed it down and picked up the other. He took the cup and sat down in his chair.
"But you know, I could've just boiled the normal hot to the right temperature." He sighed and took another sip.
"I didn't." I admitted and made a mental notice of that.
"Well. I like the boiling one better." He said with a smack of his lips. "Do with that information whatever you want." He said and gestured to the seat next to me. "Sit" He demanded.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
RandomI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.
