You had eagerly been looking forward to today all week. Not just because it was Friday (and not your weekend to pick up) but because Fridays were movie night-always.
Well, almost always.
There were the occasional odd days out when Sonny’s family dropped by unannounced, and he had to reschedule. Or the time you finally decided to go on a date, and reluctantly asked Sonny if you could push movie night back to Saturday instead.
So, most Fridays. And that included today.
Leaning back in your worn desk chair, you appreciated the way the hands on the wall clock pointed to twelve and six. Sonny was at his own respective desk, twirling a pen between his long fingers. Sensing your gaze on him, he turned to face you, wiggling his eyebrows and pointing at the time with the same, black pen.
You tried to stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes and returning your concentration to your laptop, willing yourself to focus on the last bit of paperwork so you could finish up and go home to a very patiently waiting Netflix.
Sonny picked up another pen and began to silently drum against the objects on his desk, and when he landed a hit on his imaginary cymbal, you smiled and shook your head, slamming your computer shut and dragging Sonny by his hand to the elevators.
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