if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
The receptionist was staring at her. She was like..super sure of it....even though her gaze tried to be attentive elsewhere, like...anywhere else. She eyed the posters on the walls, she glanced at the fancy sign that had her bestie's name printed on it. She glanced at the glass wall to the office beyond with vague curiosity, all the while aware of those receptionists staring, judging her. Misses. Judgey Judgey weren't they? Thankfully, they didn't wait much longer before one picked up the telephone, her nails clicking on the buttons as she dialed some phone number. Abigail could hear Olly's last name, the secretary holding some measure of hesitance within her voice as she commented on the lunch date Abigail and Oliver had, even though she 'wasn't scheduled'. Olly must be a super duper busy man if even his lunch hour was scheduled! Briefly, she wondered whether or not he would say yes to her. Though she had told the man her name, there was something super different about meeting like this then there was in that animal skin. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she waited for her judgment, watching the secretary as she placed the phone down only to glance up at her. "Mr. Burton will see you now. Please follow me.".

Abigail jumped to her feet, quite ecstatic that, apparently, Oliver had said yes. Did that mean he remembered her? She super duper hoped so because she super duper liked him. She wanted them to be the best of friends! She trailed behind the secretary down the hallway, her hazel eyes skirting over the offices they passed inquisitively. The attire of the office had hardly passed unnoticed by the girl. That pencil skirt of the young woman ahead of her was quite form fitting, the secretary's blouse equally as intent to be both professional and entirely alluring. From those open office doors, she gleaned tailored business suits and more trimmed skirts. Abigail was quite clearly out of place in her bright yellow skirt, black tights and navy top. Her skirt alone was a bright sunshine in a world of like...black. And black. And more black. They needed more color in their office. Maybe she'd suggest Olly put up some paint or something. Did customers come here super often or something? Was that why everyone was all stuffy? And what about that like....omg super sensualness of those receptionists? This was all just SO much for her to wrap her head around! A soft huff left her sweetheart lips, pausing only as the receptionist before her too stopped.

She watched as the receptionist knocked gently upon a rather large imposing door, only to inquire with an altogether soft voice. "Mr. Burton?". Even Abigail could hear that growl in the voice that responded, that baritone gruffness was familiar. It was totally her Mr. Grump grump! She was sure of it. That grin danced upon her features as she followed the receptionist into the room, only for those hazel eyes to fall upon the figure of the man behind that ivory coat. Well.....this was....unexpected. He was...handsome, that ruggedness was somehow fitting, that dark look only further accentuating his masculinity...and that suit. Apparently, Abigail just discovered she had a thing for suites. First Arlo and now her Olly?! Her cheeks were positively flamed. That dismissive nod hardly prompted any immediate action, the secretary was clearly almost hesitant to leave them and yet, after only a brief lingering moment, she stepped from her office, letting that door close quietly behind her.

Abigail's hazel eyes immediately turned back towards Oliver, even before he began to speak with that low rumble that spoke of his inner bear wanting to surface. That inquiry as to whether or not he knew her was a bit disappointing and yet, the girl's smile hardly wavered in the slightest. Quite on the contrary, she could hardly help that giggle on her lips as she fearlessly approached that big imposing desk. "Of course you know me silly goose! I might have sort of told your receptionist we had plans for lunch without telling you. But...I did have plans for you! Look! I brought you lunch. It's from the cafe I work at. It's super duper good, I had to beggg the chef but he did it for me. I haven't gone to the grocery stores here yet, they're just so big, don't you think?" She commented, placing that paper bag in front of him only to reach in and pull out two foiled containers. Abigail gingerly undid one, opening that paper top to display the contents. "Lookie, you took me fishing and...I know I sort of chased away all the fishies so I brought you a fishie to make up for it!" Her head nodded quite firmly as she glanced up at Oliver, looking for some hint of approval only for her gaze to drift to the far brighter window outside.

"Do you have to stay in here to eat? It might be nice to get out. Look at how pretty the day is." She gestured briefly towards the window. Ollie could totally use some outside time...and really the florescent lights were like...awful. A soft sigh left her lips before the young woman's head tilted to the side. "Ollie, I...have a question for you....maybe...we could talk about it over lunch?" The girl was quite clearly hopeful. If anyone could tell her about packs, if anyone could provide her advice on joining one. It was surely Olly. After all, look at this whole business he had built! He was probably like super duper uber smart!!!