<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>Rebecca could not get herself out of the meeting room fast enough, leaving Niss to wrap up for her, hearing her girlfriend’s overly sweet words about her made her both beam and cringe in equal measure. She had realized all too late, as she often did, at what Niss had been attempting to do and she could kick herself and did just that mentally, all the way down the hall.<br/><br/>Tucked away under her chin, she carried her laptop in crossed arms, cradling it against her chest like it was a shield against her own social awkwardness. Whether it was holding it in or fending it off was anyone's guess. She could hear the smart clicking of the blondes perfect heels on the polished cement floors a few paces behind her. A sharp contrast to the shuffling of her own Converse.<br/><br/>The meeting had been full of surprises and Becky wasn’t particularly skilled at handling those if that wasn't painfully obvious by now. She’d lost her temper and blurted everything out. Just laid out a nerdtastic word vomit right there in front of both of them. Though, he didn’t seem very upset by that. If anything, he seemed… excited?<br/><br/>It had also afforded her the opportunity to see Anissa in her full and awe inspiring glory. A rare treat that was often lost on the bespectacled brunette as there wasn’t often a need for her to be in the actual business discussions and just got the meeting notes from her partner later that day.<br/><br/>But to round out the whole event and bring it full circle, she had once again stuffed her entire foot and maybe some of her ankle too into her mouth at the very end. There was a reason she didn’t major in business in college and it was never more apparent than in that moment.<br/><br/>“How did it go?” Valerie asked cheerfully. Becky couldn’t make eye contact.<br/><br/>“Oh, uh… it went.” She replied in what was no doubt a very unsatisfying answer.<br/><br/>She carefully dodged a few other curious inquiries with variations of “We’ll see.” and “Too early to tell.”<br/><br/>If there was one thing she had to learn from Nissa’s example it was never let them see your cards till you’re sure of the other person's hand.<br/><br/>Finally, their shared office door came into view and the swelling of relief couldn’t have been stronger if she had been on a lonely island and it was a boat coming up on the horizon. No sooner was she in the doorway than she made a direct line for her desk, nudging her chair out of the way with her wide hip and plopping down into it.<br/><br/>Her laptop hit the wood surface with a clatter and instantly Becky had her arms folded on top of it with her face buried in the shadows like an uncomfortable ostrich.<br/><br/>“Oooohhhh!” She groaned upon hearing the heels enter the room and the door click shut.<br/><br/>“Why?! WHY do you let me in the room with you on stuff like this? Never you mind actually talking!”<br/><br/>Her soft, annoyingly straight hair slipped in front of her eyes as she peeked up over her arm at her girlfriend, the tresses acting like a curtain and hiding most of the blossoming red embarrassment on her soft round cheeks.<br/><br/>“This is why I code. Computers don’t judge you when you make an ass out of yourself. They just stop working. Easier for everyone.”