Bernadette’s posture changes from confident to conflicted. She finally lowers her glass projectile, setting it onto a nearby table. Trigger lowers his hands to his sides, and stares silently. Suddenly, Bernadette doubles over, and laughs out loud and hard. Trigger tilts his head, quizzically taking in her reaction.
Trigger lowers his arms and then holds out his wrists as if waiting for a pair of handcuffs to be slapped on them. Bernadette taps an anxious foot, while her angel and devil debate inside her brain.
Bernadette, keeping her throwing arm at ready, uses her other hand to fumble along the wall until her fingers find the light switch. The fluorescent office lights flick on, allowing her to finally see the mystery man.
Rounding the desk, Bernadette heads for the closed door. But a few steps shy, she stops and her keys slip from her hand to rattle onto the floor. She casually crouches down to pick them up, before suddenly swinging a leg out into a dark corner of the office. Although she makes no contact, something
Bernadette clicks the print icon, and then proceeds to shut down her work station. Before she stands up, she swings an arm back, retrieves the freshly printed piece of paper, and adds it into an already overstuffed folder on her desk. Then grabbing her keys and phone, she pushes away from her office chair.
With a click of a mouse, Bernadette closes the electronic file. But an open browser page, previously hidden behind the file, re-captures her attention.
Bernadette joyfully lays the phone down, and returns to her work. But once her focus is back on the monitor, her shoulders resume their slump. Finally, she releases a huge sigh and pushes the keyboard away.
From the corner of her desk, Bernadette’s cell phone vibrates. She reaches for it immediately, glances at the caller ID, then answers.
