Chapter 4

• Felicity got out of the cab, trying to fit all the bags into her small hands. It would have made more sense to pick everything up after your meeting she scolded herself. Managing to fit the last one onto her other hand, she bumped the door with her hip and then turned around to survey the building. Oh, let there be an elevator. It was bad enough she was ten minutes late, but she’d prefer not to arrive all out of breath and sweating. Taking a deep breath, she went into the building.
• Brent glanced at the clock again. Maybe she wasn’t going to show at all. He looked at the closed office door and debated on knocking, to ask Sandy what she thought, but as the door was closed, he figured she didn’t want to be bothered. Glancing at the magazine table again, he rolled his eyes, there wasn’t much there that appealed enough for him to even pick one up, never mind read.
• The outer door flung open and in tripped a little blonde carrying as many bags as she probably weighed. He watched her struggle to close the door for a moment and was about to get up and help when half of what she was trying to hold slipped from her hands, scattering across the carpet.
• Sighing loudly, she closed the door, now almost empty-handed. Turning around she looked at the notebooks and supplies all over the floor. She smirked at the man sitting in the waiting area. “That was rather graceful, wasn’t it? Fall in the door and toss everything on the floor.” Setting the rest of the bags on a chair, she knelt to start shoving things back into a bag.
• Brent sat there for a moment. This was the woman that Jac didn’t want the doc alone with? Snapping out of it, he got up and went over. Squatting down he began to pick up pencils and booklets that were scattered all over. She glanced up at him, the long wavy blonde hair half hiding her face, and smiled at him. The palest blue eyes he’d ever seen paralyzed his speech.
• “Thank you.” She flipped the hair out of her face and looked around to see if she’d missed anything. “I usually don’t make such a dramatic entrance, really.” She got back to her feet, setting the bags with the other ones on the chair.
• Brent stood up and looked down at the tiny woman. Her appearance reminded him of a porcelain figurine. “No problem.” He finally made his mouth say.
• “Felicity?”
• They both turned around to see Sandy standing at the door.
• Felicity nodded. “Yes.”
• Sandy stepped back. “Come on in.” She gave Brent a knowing look.
• Felicity smiled at him again. “Feel free to draw something if you have the urge.” She motioned to the bags on the chair and walked into the office.
• He stood there staring at the door for a moment after it closed, then his brain kicked back in. Well, you wondered what she looked like all grown up. Very fine was all he could think at that moment. Sighing he went and sat back down. It only occurred to him at that moment that no one told him how long this appointment was supposed to be.