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"Truly tragic."
Emily slighted nodded without looking at Nigel, too preoccupied by looking up photos of Paris to add to her wallpaper rotation. "I have seen better dressed toddlers than her."
"That too." Nigel said, perplexed by Emily's computer screen and her ever growing folder of Parisian photos. "But you know I am referring to the fact that she is your type"
Emily turned her face fast to look at Nigel, shocked and slightly red, "Pardon me?"
"Careful there, Emily, you will not get to go to Paris with a strained neck."
"How do you expect me to react to the implication that I could ever fall for someone who dresses in only the finest sacks of potatoes?" She turned away from him, going back into her curated (and very pixelated) collection of Arc de Triomphe photographs. "Bloody internet, can they not upload anything that doesn't look like it was taken in the middle of an earthquake?"
"You can avoid the topic all you want but—" Something clicked inside his mind. He knew how to get Emily to accept she liked Andrea. "Emily, look at me."
She sighed in annoyance, still laser focused on the computer. "What is it now?"
Turning her chair around, Nigel looked at Emily with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Is the only problem the clothes?" He said as he slightly cocked his head to the side.
After staring at him in annoyance for a second, Emily sighed hard. "Besides the fact that she is clueless and dizzy, her lack of style is one of her most notorious things."
Nigel nodded. "Curious. So, lets say, if she started looking as someone who works for Miranda, would be on one knee asking for her hand in holy marriage?"
"If she magically stopped looking like an university student with 3 pounds and a dream I would be able to look to the other half of the office and not puke." She declared as she rotated her chair again.
"So the answer is yes."
Emily put her elbows on the table and grabbed the sides of her head as she let out a groan. "Is this truly the way you want to spend your whole lunch break, Nigel?"
"It is fun to tease you and rumor has it today they are only serving chowder."
Her face immediately turned into pure disgust as she stopped grabbing her head and looked at Nigel once more. "Bloody hell, you would think they want to starve us."
A small chuckle left Nigel's lips. He looked at the corner of the computer screen, only 5 minutes before his break was over and Andrea came back into the room.
"Emily." Nigel said as he began to leave the room. "I am sure you won't have to wait too long" He turned his face to look at her. "I am sure Six will, sooner than later, take this very seriously."
She rolled her eyes and began to work on Miranda's schedule for the day. "Blah, blah, blah. Just leave already!" She ordered while dismissing him with her hand.
Nigel sighed as he kept walking. "You should declare now, it will be easier."
Emily ran her hands through her hair. "Bloody hell, is everyone only happy if they are annoying me?"