Breakfast for Dinner

(THIS IS A SEGMENT WHERE I POST MY DRAFTS THAT WILL MOST LIKELY STAY AS DRAFTS AND NOT BE MADE INTO A STORY.)

When she pulled back one of the double doors of the record building and went around to the front desk to announce her arrival to the secretary, she ran into Fred.

"Hey," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here with Tom."

He leaned an arm on the counter and crossed his legs at the ankles. "What does Tom need you here for?"

"Well, i want to be here."

sighing, she sat down in the grape-colored chair beside the large windows. Where was the secretary? Where was Tom?

Fred sat in the identical chair next to her. He slouched a bit, his long legs spread out in front of him.

"So, i heard what happened last weekend." He slouched more and slung his arm over the back of the chair, "Between Cheyenne and Eric."

"Yeah? Well, about time. huh?"

He nodded his head. "At least i don't have to listen to Eric brag about her anymore." He checked out his reflection in the windows.

The door behind the front desk opened and a young woman with square glasses walked out and took a seat at the front desk.

"Fred," she said, looking over her glasses, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Right. i forgot." he said.

The woman glanced over to Kayla. "I'll be right with you, dear. i just need to make a quick phone call."