__At times you'll have to suppress it__
Rachel's POV
The smile remained on my lips as I watched her stroll into the building. Back rested on the body of the vehicle, I waited as I said I would. It didn't take long for her to return with her bag and glasses which she shoved into her hair.
"I still don't feel good about this," she blurted as she reached hearing range and I simply rolled by eyes. "My workaholic side is creeping in."
"Then surpress it," I snorted and shook my head.
"Coming from someone who'd spend hours with a pen and paper, not moving, starving and hardly taking a piss," she scoffed and sent me a pointed glimpse.
"Hey that was uncalled for!" I said in protest at the truth in her words. "This is not about me."
"Just stating facts hun." She shrugged and released a sigh. "Seriously speaking, I have a load of paper work, which we have to go through today Rach, can't we skip this till later?"
