You need to find a way...
I watched Faith leave and fought the urge to follow her. It was weird, the connection we had while we were having sex seemed to disappear the moment we put our clothes on. Except, maybe it didn't, because I swear she looked at me before walking out and I know I watched her until she was out of my line of vision. She had to be a slayer, and maybe I should have asked. It's just, that is a pretty big question and we were barely on a first names basis. I had her number and I'd be calling it again. Yeah, chances were good she'd laugh at me and then hang up when I did, but you can't blame a guy for trying.
Once I finished getting dressed, I found my car and headed back home. I needed to take a shower and call Carly. She wouldn't believe what had happened to me and I'd have to figure out how to tell her while sparing some of the details because it really was a too much information type of situation. No one was home when I walked through the door. Mom and Dad were probably at work and the sisters were in school. Good. No one needed to know that I blew off my morning classes to have a one morning stand in an abandoned building.
I took the stairs up to my room and was stripping out of my clothes when I noticed the letter laying on top of my pillow. I sat down on the bed and opened it carefully. It was from Carly. I'd know her handwriting anywhere. My chest tightened slightly as I read about her plans to leave and where I could go if I really needed assistance in figuring out who, or what I was. I folded the letter carefully and stuffed it in my wallet. Carly said that I should use Wolfram and Hart as a last resort, but after what happened with the van, the nightmares, and this afternoon with Faith, I was pretty sure it was time to go for the last resort. I needed answers and if my best friend wasn't going to be here to help me, then I'd take her resources and help myself. Man, I hoped she had a blast on her trip, but I was really going to miss her.
After a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, I grabbed my keys and wallet and left a note for my parents that I'd call later. My phone was in the car charging when I pulled out of the driveway and made the drive to Wolfram and Hart. I wasn't sure who to speak to when I got there, but I figured there was no harm in asking to speak to the guy in charge, right? The worst that could happen is I get sent to some assistant or something. It's just, my situation was pretty weird, and I'd rather just deal with the man in charge.
I parked my car in the visitor's section of the parking lot and made my way into the lobby. I stopped cold when I read the names of some of the key staff. Angel. CEO. I had dreams, nightmares, and one name that was always on the tip of my tongue when I woke up was Angel. Maybe that was my clue to come here to find my answers. I waited patiently at the desk for one of the girls to ask if she could help me.
"I need to see the ceo, Angel. Tell him Connor Riley is here to see him and that it's an emergency."
(open to Angel)
Once I finished getting dressed, I found my car and headed back home. I needed to take a shower and call Carly. She wouldn't believe what had happened to me and I'd have to figure out how to tell her while sparing some of the details because it really was a too much information type of situation. No one was home when I walked through the door. Mom and Dad were probably at work and the sisters were in school. Good. No one needed to know that I blew off my morning classes to have a one morning stand in an abandoned building.
I took the stairs up to my room and was stripping out of my clothes when I noticed the letter laying on top of my pillow. I sat down on the bed and opened it carefully. It was from Carly. I'd know her handwriting anywhere. My chest tightened slightly as I read about her plans to leave and where I could go if I really needed assistance in figuring out who, or what I was. I folded the letter carefully and stuffed it in my wallet. Carly said that I should use Wolfram and Hart as a last resort, but after what happened with the van, the nightmares, and this afternoon with Faith, I was pretty sure it was time to go for the last resort. I needed answers and if my best friend wasn't going to be here to help me, then I'd take her resources and help myself. Man, I hoped she had a blast on her trip, but I was really going to miss her.
After a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, I grabbed my keys and wallet and left a note for my parents that I'd call later. My phone was in the car charging when I pulled out of the driveway and made the drive to Wolfram and Hart. I wasn't sure who to speak to when I got there, but I figured there was no harm in asking to speak to the guy in charge, right? The worst that could happen is I get sent to some assistant or something. It's just, my situation was pretty weird, and I'd rather just deal with the man in charge.
I parked my car in the visitor's section of the parking lot and made my way into the lobby. I stopped cold when I read the names of some of the key staff. Angel. CEO. I had dreams, nightmares, and one name that was always on the tip of my tongue when I woke up was Angel. Maybe that was my clue to come here to find my answers. I waited patiently at the desk for one of the girls to ask if she could help me.
"I need to see the ceo, Angel. Tell him Connor Riley is here to see him and that it's an emergency."
(open to Angel)