I Have An Objection! [ Levi x OC ] [ Moderate Editing ]

Ch. 5: Slumber Party Conversations (editing)

I had seen Levi around the workplace more and more after our little get-together. Which was nice, I mean, I wouldn't like to picture him all cooped up in a stuffy office, going over case material all by his lonesome. 

It was a treat when he would stop by my office, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks and an amused look on his face. Time and time again, he would ask if I needed any help, to which I respectively declined. He was a busy man himself, and I could easily complete my mundane activities without his assistance.

It was possible he was nervous about the whole party Mr. Smith had been planning, and how I wanted him to come so badly. It might have taken him awhile to mull it over, but in the end, he was most likely going to show up.

On the day of the event, Mr. Smith had told me we were going to be having some important guests arriving and he would need me by his side the entire night. I said I wouldn't mind, as long as I had a glass of  wine. He laughed, stating I had a weird sense of humor. I shooed him out in the end so I could finish up the rest of my reports.

I slipped into a simple black dress that hugged my curves and a matching pair of stilettos. Waving goodbye to a gaping Marco, I pranced out the door and down the first flight of stairs. I was halfway down the hall at my apartment building when I heard someone singing, heavenly at that. I wandered the hall, listening at each door until I found the right one.

" . . . Some try to hand me money, they don't understand. I'm not broke I'm just a broken-hearted man," they sang almost perfectly.

I looked at the plate across the door. Apartment number 421. Whoever was renting the room was certainly a talented person. The gentle strumming of the guitar strings, that melodious voice . . . they were just asking for me to sing.

"I know it makes no sense, what else can I do? How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?" I completed the verse softly.

After my interruption, the strumming stopped and out popped a flustered Jean, his guitar resting on the couch inside of the room. "Roxanne?" he asked, cocking his head to the side in a confused manner.

"Hey, Jean," I answered, smiling.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard you singing. You have a lovely voice."

"What? Me? No, no, I think you sounded much better." He scratched the back of his head. "That was you, right?"

"Well, no one else is around, so, yeah," I replied, laughing a little. "I'm going to state the obvious by saying that was you playing the guitar too."

He nodded, folding his arms across his chest and leaning his body against the doorway. “Yeah. The Man Who Can’t Be Moved was the first song I learned how to play. It sounds almost perfect now from all the practice.”

“Do you know any other songs?” I inquired.

“Yeah, a few. Like Hey There Delilah and Follow You Into The Dark. Why do ya ask?”

“I was wondering if I could sing with you again sometime. If that’s alright."

His eyes widened, the hazel hues sparkling as he said, “Anytime, I’m always here.”

“Thanks, Jean. I’ll see you later, I have somewhere to be.”

He smirked, but somehow I knew it wasn't meant to be provocative. Jean wasn't so bad of a guy, if he wasn't being desperate that is. Maybe I should start talking to him more, and visit regularly.

Nah, seems like too much work.

I descended the stairs and made my way outside.

Now to get the party started.