Blind date rp (one one one)(closed)

“Are you sure?” she asked, disbelieving.

"yeah.."

“Don't lie to me,” she said, arching her eyebrows.

he looked at her "I-I'm not…"

“Okay…” she conceited, opening her laptop again, then shutting it. “Do you need a drink? Or a snack?”

"not at the moment no…"

(Hoi?)

(Sorry! Was watching a movie with the fam!)

"Okay. Rest up and let me know if you do," she said, opening her laptop again.

he lays down closing his eyes and slowly drifting off into sleep

Bridget watched him for a brief minute, then checked her laptop.

48 unread emails

Her eyes widened and she moaned quietly, not wanting to alert Joseph.

For the moment nothing happened besides him turning on his side

Even though she replied as fast as she could, after several minutes, the unread email count was at 51. She groaned and tilted her head back. Stress clawed at her throat, practically suffocating her. She took slow, deep breaths.

After a while, Joseph woke up from his headache

Bridget was typing furiously on her computer, completely tuning out the world around her. Every couple seconds she would pause and read what she wrote, but other than that, her writing was non-stop.

"U-Um…Can you get some medicine from the cabinet?"

Bridget blinked out of her trance. "Sorry, what?" she asked, quickly shutting her screen.

"Medicine. Cabinet."

Bridget blushed. "Sorry." She found it rather easily. "What do you need?"

"I need the fucking medicine from the counter. The headache is getting worse"

Bridget scrambled around. "I'm sorry," she whispered and gave him what he needed.

"Sorry about that…"

"No, no. It was my fault."

he takes the medicine and sighs "thanks…"

"You're welcome." She thought of her emails again but pushed the thought from her mind.

"I got the story done…"

Bridget perked up. "May I read it?"

He nods "Of course"

She smiled. "Is it on your desk?" she asked.

"Try floor…"

Bridget looked and there it was, splayed out on the floor. She picked it up and smoothed the paper.