Lenford: That Pest

I took a sip from my hi-ball glass filled with orange juice as I glanced at the entrance of the buffet hall.

I took a look at my wrist watch and back at the entrance as I placed the cup down, tapping on the table.

Where was Doyle? Probably that guy was making him late. I should have insisted we room together instead!

Just as I was grumbling to myself, honey coloured hair and jade green eyes came into view. My heart fluttered in my chest as I tried to remain calm.

I skipped towards the entrance and draped my arms around his neck as I snuggled close to him. He smells good.

"What are you doing?" Doyle asked rather annoyedly as he brushed my arm off.

I put on a grin as I told him I was merely greeting him, though mentally I was upset that he had brushed my arm off.

I glanced over his shoulder and noticed the pest right away. Lenford Ruthard! He was merely a colleague among many colleagues. Yet... Doyle seemed highly interested in him.