The time at the dance studio had been some of the most fun Edward had experienced in a long time. He was just so insulated, so damn awkward sometimes that he didn’t let himself do things like this nearly enough.
“STOP, I am NOT awkward,” he countered to the voice dancing in his head. His alter-ego had been pushing the limit more and more, to a point where he didn’t know when the other side would come out, and for how long.
But this evening after work, he’d texted Kristen to meet him at the dance studio and they would wile away their cares to some splendid jazz fusion he’d been hoping to introduce her to. He was just setting up the music when he looked up into the mirror and saw HIM.
“If you ruin tonight, I-I will —”
“You’ll what? Run crying? Relax, I’m here to have fun. Just. Like. YOU.”
The conversation left a knot in his stomach which was swiftly forgotten when he heard the door open. Edward was all SMILES for her then.
Even though she’d expected him to arrive, she’d busied herself with work, trying to get through a few of the things on her to-do list before he would come knocking. Not that she couldn’t get a few more things done with him in the space but if he was seriously in such a low state, she didn’t want to make him feel ignored, knowing that to be the last thing that people needed when they were desperate for some sort of distraction. Balancing professionalism with non-work related interactions was a tricky business.
When the knock came, she jumped just a bit, having been so hyper-focused on her pulling that the sound had startled her. Quickly grasping the last file she’d been searching for, she placed it in her outbox, turning to smile at him as he entered inside.
“Mr. Nygma, it’s–please, come in. I was just finishing up some pulls and…” She looked around, finding the space rather lacking in hospitable places to offer him. “Uhm…feel free to use my chair. I know if I sit down I lose steam but…it’s yours if you’d like.”
Seeing her and hearing her voice had an immediately soothing effect. Edward smiled wide and quirky, very much like his usual self, as he shut the door behind him.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. Do you need some help? Suddenly things are looking up quite a bit.”
He’d meant to bring something: a riddle, one of his fresh baked cupcakes, or even some soppy bunch of flowers, but he’d simply forgotten. If she were to accept a ride home tonight, Ed made a mental note to stop some place nice for dinner with her.
“You really are committed to science in all its forms, aren’t you? That’s honestly rather…impressive. Hmm…why not? I’ll be sure to keep that in the back of my mind.”
“Oh I-I’m so glad! So much can be done in the name of science. It’s truly fascinating the tastes and textures… well you’ll see. And hopefully enjoy!”
“It’s fine. Everyone has issues with that at some point. Nothing to trouble yourself over, Edward. And–desserts? Well, yes. At some point, I would love to try them!”
“Yes, I’ve experimented with rather a lot of recipes to enhance or improve. Consider it done for some future date!”
“No! It’s not an inconvenience at all. I was trying to sound grateful and I guess I failed. Please, don’t worry about it at all. And–you do. But–maybe that could happen when you don’t have to stay for a meeting too.”
“Forgive me, sometimes it’s hard to read between the lines. Hopefully I can share one of my desserts with you sometime! I’m rather proud of them.”
“Mhm. You’re–You’re right. Oh? Well, I mean, I can’t really complain since you’re the one trying to help me and thirty minutes isn’t really all that long to wait. And–dinner? Uhm…sure. We could get something to eat. We’ll both want something at that point in the evening, I’m sure.”
“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience. If I could change it I would but it’s an important meeting. Although I do cook, but perhaps next time.”
“Yes, it’s–O-oh? I…well I guess most of us do live somewhat close by in one direction or another. I’ll text you my address so you can check before we leave. Is that alright?”
“Of course. Gotham is strategically laid out that way. Very… logical. Uh yes of course, that’s perfect. I may be here a little late tonight. Would you mind if I just held you back for a little while? Not too much, maybe thirty minutes. If you want we could — well it would be dinner time.”
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