The day has been fairly slow. Anders is sitting with his receptionist in the front office of his veterinary clinic, eating takeout from the restaurant a few doors down. The waiting room is empty, the kennel has one puppy who is sleeping on the monitor he can see from where he sits, and there aren't any scheduled appointments. It's nice. And for once his white coat isn't absolutely covered in fur, either. Not that he minds it.
"You could probably take off," he says, looking up at the clock. 4:30, and they close at 5. "I can make a mess of paperwork if anyone comes in last minute and leave it scattered all over your desk so you can mutter under your breath at me tomorrow."
Lirene rolls her eyes and shakes her head before getting up. "Tidy pile. I can sort through your handwriting and what you leave, but leave it tidy."
Anders grins and teasingly salutes. "Have a good evening."
"You too," she says, and then she's headed out and he's left alone, sipping tea and watching the monitor until a ding of the door brings him back to the present.
"Hello!" Anders says with possibly a little too much excitement. He's bored, after all.
"You could probably take off," he says, looking up at the clock. 4:30, and they close at 5. "I can make a mess of paperwork if anyone comes in last minute and leave it scattered all over your desk so you can mutter under your breath at me tomorrow."
Lirene rolls her eyes and shakes her head before getting up. "Tidy pile. I can sort through your handwriting and what you leave, but leave it tidy."
Anders grins and teasingly salutes. "Have a good evening."
"You too," she says, and then she's headed out and he's left alone, sipping tea and watching the monitor until a ding of the door brings him back to the present.
"Hello!" Anders says with possibly a little too much excitement. He's bored, after all.