"You Know, I Don't Think I Appreciate Your Sarcastic Tone," Bruce Teased. He Turned, Catching Her Hip

"You know, I don't think I appreciate your sarcastic tone," Bruce teased. He turned, catching her hip as she bumped into him, pulling her around to his front.

"They take after you with that temper."

"You really think so?"

"Maybe one of us can come back limping anyways," Bruce teased suggestively, grinning at Andie.

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."

Send me "I miss you" to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse's death.

"Fine, fine," Bruce allowed, stepping back from her. "I suppose we don't." Bruce followed Andie back to the young girl. "I still don't think I'm the best choice to be here."

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."

((HOT DAMN THAT'S PAINFUL BUT AT THE SAME TIME SO SWEET))

[[HE SURVIVED, BUT ONLY JUST]]

"Well, we received a notice on your daughter, Clara, and her... special skills," Bruce explained. "We think she would be a perfect fit at our institute." Bruce struggled not to react instinctively to this woman, who immediately rubbed him the wrong way. He peeked past her into her house.

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."