Time Warp - Chance Encounters - Mia And Robbie

[Robbie Wilkes]

Set twenty years into the future. Mia is a CIA operative and Robbie is a linguistics professor at the local university in Pilot Ridge.

[OOC:Adult Robbie]

BIC:

It had been a little over a decade since he had even set his eyes on Hammel. The blond weather manipulator had graduated pretty early and got a scholarship to his first school choice which had been something even his parents were visibly proud of. Things with them had been a little better especially since he hadn't done anything to hurt any of them, which included his siblings. They were now close as ever and his mom was even teasing him about when he was getting married.

The boy had grown into a man.

It was a rapid change and it steadily rose until he finally got to the position he had dreamed of since he started his degree in Linguistics. He was now mostly known around campus as Professor Wilkes and to a very select few, James. Of course, Robbie was still in use but that was only to the people of his past, namely Estelle - whom he now has stopped calling Florie, much to her joy. The two best friends had been living together for a good part of the last decade.

And there he was, standing across the gate that led to the Institute that was his home for five years. A smile flickered across his face as he turned away from his old haven to walk to the nearest cafe, ordering a tall cup of coffee - "Black, two sugars and no cream,". After paying for it, he adjusted the strap to his sling briefcase and made his way to an empty seat.

The contrast between the thirty-six year old Linguistics professor and the boy that had avoided places like this like a plague was so vast. For one, he wasn't chattering away about some random event to a complete stranger. For another, he wasn't approaching the young woman who had been eyeing him ever since he walked into the establishment. He was calm and peaceful.

He maintained that posture as he sipped from his coffee cup until his eyes flew to the door at the tiny chime near the door signaling a new arrival. She had porcelain skin, long dark hair she had tied up in a low ponytail with her hair parted to the left, sweeping behind her ear. The pant suit was clean cut and fit her superbly. There was no denying that the woman was attractive. If anyone knew this was the Mia Keystone of Hammel twenty years ago, they would never believe she was actually standing in that cafe at that very moment in plain view for Robbie to see.

Setting his briefcase on the chair beside him and making sure at least his wallet was with him, he got off his chair and sauntered over to her. Placing a hand gently on her shoulder, Robbie squeezed it to get her attention. "Mia?"

[Mia Keystone]

Given Mia’s well vocalized dislike for authority during her time at Hammel, her finding her calling in the American forces would have struck most people as hilarious. But a lot could change in twenty or so years. Mia had grown up, and while she had only gained a few inches in hight, she had learnt a lot quickly. Her talent for hacking was picked up very quickly after she was outside of Hammel’s protection.

The military noticed, and took action. Mia was uninterested at first, but the chance to get to so much classified information proved too much of a temptation, and she signed on as a cybertech and had risen quickly. Her relative anonymity did not last long. Now, she was one of the many meta faces the media chose to demonize, or in some cases, make a darling out of. It had called for some serious changes to her look.

The tattoos didn’t go though, even when she was offered laser. In fact, Mia added to them; a nice design of symbols and grid wires wrapped around her neck and collar bones. They went nicely with the suit, she thought.

Hammel visits were pretty regular now; Mia helped them keep keep their cyber security up to date and occasionally spoke to kids who were still acting out. She was pretty good at showing them things would work out, and if they didn’t want to listen, she just did a bit of her old ‘do what I say or you will regret it forever’ thing.

But the computers were up to date now, the students were not too bad, and she was about to finally recaffeinate. With the cup between her hands, she took a sniff and then sipped, sighing. Mia was on about six cups a day; it was a common hazard for techs. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, a large, strongly built man sitting just one table away reached towards his belt. Mia glanced around quickly, her own hand moving for a holster when she recognized the good natured face, for all the extra years, and waved her man down. ”Holy shit, Robert Wilkes?”

Mia’s language was still on the rough side; some things shouldn’t change.

The woman smiled crookedly, shaking her head in amazement. ”Don’t put our hands on me without letting me see you first,” her tone let him know she wasn’t too upset, ”you’ll lose more than your hand.” Still highly amused, Mia waved the man down into the seat opposite her. ”Sit down, sit down. What’ve you been up to?”

The corner of her mouth twisted in amusement, one eyebrow raising. ”Still doing searches for Paris Hilton’s facebook page? I’m hoping you’ve at least upgraded to Lohan by now. She was kind of hot, before she ODed.” With sharp eyes, Mia looked down and tapped quickly into the portable computer she wore strapped to her wrist. ”Linguistics,” she said after a moment. ”Impressive, Wilkes. So what else have you been up to? You live around here?”

[Robbie Wilkes]

The instinct to move when the man beside him twitched was quelled once Mia turned and that potty mouth went into gear. The smile on Robbie's face grew bigger and the urge to hug the tiny woman was practically unbearable. Besides Estelle, Robbie hadn't been in contact with anyone else from Hammel and frankly he quite missed the missile mouthed pixie.

At her playful yet still menacing threat, which was slightly amusing to Robbie seeing that he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, Robbie held his hands up in mock surrender. "Apologies, Keystone." He gave her the easy smile his female colleagues had an instant attraction to.

As per request, Robbie sat before tipping his chair back slightly to grab his briefcase and coffee just in time to hear the reminder that had haunted him when they were still in Hammel. He groaned, though it was clear in the grin on his face that he didn't quite care about it. "I can't believe you still remember that. I was hoping you wouldn't. And no...that skinny freckled redhead does nothing for me." He chuckled.

When she tapped into her little computer, an eyebrow raised and a smirk replaced the still boyish grin he had on his face. "Some things just never change." He shook his head, though the smirk did widen into his usual smile when she procured his occupation information. "I try," he shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee, dropping his bag at his feet. "I haven't actually been up to much. Just working. And yeah, I still live with Estelle Flores, if you can remember her? We haven't quite figured out who to get over our separation anxiety." He chuckled in amusement.

"Well, I suppose it would be unfair to her if I said that since I'm the one who has the bit of a problem." He ran his fingers through his well-kept hair. No more of the shaggy blond that had always been his trademark cut, he now kept his hair well trimmed to the nap of his neck and always neatly combed without any hair product, miraculously.

"And you? Last I heard you were working for the government but...if memory serves, you were never the type to follow the rules," he chuckled.

[Mia Keystone]

Rolling her eyes at the Ken-doll charm Robbie seemed to effortlessly possess, Mia smirked wickedly at him. ”I have the whole thing on audio,” The habit of carrying around a dictaphone just in case had yet to die with her. ”Some things are too hilarious to ever forget.” It had been hilarious, mostly because of the fact that Robbie Wilkes, one of the school’s more popular and sought after menfolk, had asked out a girl most people were silently sure could kill via the internet. And oh, Mia had rubbed it in a few faces when it seemed necessary. But hey, her reason for turning him down was totally valid; any boy searching the Hiltons was not in his right mind.

Mia looked up with a sly smile, pulling her sleeve down quickly over the piece of technology. ”Why fix a car that isn’t broken?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow, then went back to her coffee. Mia looked thoughtful for a moment until a face swam into mind. ”Yeah, I remember her,” Mia said thoughtfully, touching her computer again. ”Metal abilities, right? Gymnast.” Ah, Mia’s stalking skills had only improved with age. ”You two finally dating then?”

If Robbie told her he was living with a woman who he was not at least sleeping with, she would have to hit him. It was like setting up a permanent cockblock.

”Working in the system seems to pay much better then working outside of it,” Mia shrugged, there was more to it then that but, well, it was complicated. She smiled mischievously as she twisted her ponytail around her fingers. ”I’m mostly Public Relations now,” Mia grinned, because that idea was also incompatible with her school self. ”Was on fox a month back, debating with an anti meta group. Their microphone may have shorted out.” Widening her eyes in innocence, Mia shook her head even as she smiled crookedly. ”Its so sad when technology lets us down like that. Naw, I’m still working but all I can say is I’m with cyber security. Any more, I’d have to kill you.” She laughed softly, ”always wanted to say that, you have no idea.”

Still chuckling, the woman tapped her feet under the table. "So where've you been working? Anything fascinating about your job? Ever mess with weathermen for kicks? I would like to do what you do just so I could prove them wrong all the time."

[Robbie Wilkes]

Chuckling, Robbie took another sip of his coffee as he shook his head at the memory of being continously dogged by those girls who just wanted to get into his pants [such a bother]. He had feelings damn it. And asking Mia out had simultaneously been the best and the worst idea Robbie had cooked up. Of course, there was the slightest possibility that Robbie actually did have feelings for Mia but they died the moment she mentioned that he stalked the Hilton sisters.

"This is decidedly amusing, you with your little computer and spouting off random facts. And really, no. Me and Estelle? No." He denied lazily. Sure they might have pretended they were a couple when they were in Hammel simply because people just assumed they were because they spent way too much time together. But they respected each other too much to have given it a go. And besides, Estelle had better tastes.

Thinking she worked for the government was amusing enough, but when Mia mentioned she was in PR with that grin of hers, Robbie didn't stop his laugh. "Oh wow, I'm not sorry I'm laughing Keystone because that is hella funny." He shook his head in amusement before sobering up for a bit. "Oh yeah, I think I saw that one. Technology can be such a pain," he shook his head. He had missed this. For so long, Estelle had been the only one who saw his wacky side, something the linguistics professor always hid in school.

"Really, technology. For shame." He shook his head in mock seriousness but he couldn't even work that angle too long. Not with someone who had the balls to admit she used her powers to her own advantage at a global debate with idiots whose fear and ignorance were sorely misplaced. "And why am I not surprised?" he grinned at her choice of occupation. "It's too bad I never get to say that in my line of work."

At her question, he looked up at her for a second before clearing his throat. "At the local U? And no, it's basically Hammel all over again with the girls having a hard time differentiating me with a piece of meat. You should have said yes. I wouldn't be having that problem now if you did." He grinned sneakily. There was no way in hell Mia was the type to settle down with the likes of him but still, it was fun to tease.

He sipped his coffee and grinned at her line of question. "I did once." He nodded. "When I was in college. I got dared to make it rain when sunny skies were predicted. Never did it again because the headache afterwards was a little too intense. I did make lightning strike three times at the same place. That one is easy cakes."

Robbie leaned forward a little. "Okay, so you know this had to be asked. You and Jonah...how's that been?" Robbie grinned.

[Mia Keystone]

“I live for your laughter, Wilkes.” Mia’s voice was as dry and abrasive as sandpaper, but her smirk took the edge out of her tone. ”Are you suggesting that my occupation as a public relations official for the american military is out of character?” Her face was set, perfectly poker, but it was obvious the technopath could see the irony in the situation. It was still an object of amazement with her parents as well. As for her old teachers‘ reactions at the once infuriating girl turning up to help protect a system she spent over four years trying to break into... Mia had brought her camera for her first visit back to the school; some expressions really were priceless.

At hearing Robbie’s woes, Mia’s smirk grew as she looked at him over the edge of her coffee cup. A scoff made it clear just how little sympathy the tiny woman had for the weather manipulator. ”Poor baby, being attacked by all those horrifying women,” she drawled, ”You don’t fool me, Wilkes.” With raised eyebrows she stirred in another spoon full of sugar into her cup.

”I made it clear enough when I was 16; this,” she gestured quickly between the two of them, ”this would never have happened. You were way too normal to date me. I still don’t really get why you asked me out in the first place, unless it was to piss off all those girls hanging off you.” Mia’s sudden grin showed anyone who looked just how much she would have approved of that idea.

”No pain, no gain,” With practically no side effects other than a massive dislike for being without technology, Mia didn’t really get how they stopped other people from saving the world, and generally messing with as many people as possible.

As Robbie leant forward, Mia’s eyebrows rose in anticipation, her expression skeptical as she turned one ear towards the man in front of her. When she heard his question she turned back quickly and scowled. ”What’s the supposed to mean,?” she asked slowly, setting her cup down and cocking an eyebrow.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Still the optimist, Robbie gave Mia an open grin when she sarcastically replied to his amusement. "Well, I'm not gonna lie and say it was the exact line of work I had envisioned you in 20 years ago." He chuckled, despite her serious expression. Like he was actually going to buy it. The question itself was a joke even if Mia hadn't presented it as such.

"Well, you know me." He shrugged with a grin even though if he had to admit it, Robbie would have done without the girls. Sure, he was flattered since well, he loved girls but it still didn't help that his worst experience in Hammel had been brought on by a girl. He still couldn't believe he got his heart broken by a girl two years his junior.

"Ah yes, well. You realised how much of a moron I was back then." He held back his laughter but the grin was still ever present. And being considered too normal sort of had a calming effect on Robbie, seeing that even twenty years after leaving Hammel and settling for the most normal job any human being could do, he still felt like a freak of nature with his powers. His constant bouts of headaches were a reminder of that.

"And this is not meant to offend you or anything but the girls did back off after that. So I have a lot to thank you for." He raised his cup in her direction as a toast before taking a long sip of it.

Her question to his question made him hold back his laughter. She was being super cautious, something he thought was a bit odd if she really didn't know what he meant. Sure, he had been a dolt way back when, and sure he is still now but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed her around Jonah King. He obviously didn't know to what extent Mia and Jonah were to each other but there was something there.

"Oh, you know, you were friends, right?" He played it cool, lest he was completely wrong. Maybe Mia didn't have a thing for her best friend. Just like he never had a thing for Estelle. See, they were the prime example that men and women could be friends without wanting to bone each other. And with that thought, he could even argue that Mia and Jonah were the same. But who knows? Her reaction, however little it was, to the question was something worth exploring.

[Mia Keystone]

”What, you thought in twenty years I’d be holed up in some dark room surrounded by screens, deprived of sunlight?” Mia guessed, cracking a grin herself. Her lip rings were gone, but the twin pin-hole sized scars under her mouth were a testimony to her teenage years. ”Cracking into the government and spying on politicians?” It was fairly accurate, actually. ”And I got into PR because I’m the best looking meta in the military,” Mia batted her lashes so extravagantly it made her feel a little dizzy. ”That ain’t hard, though.”

While it may have looked that Mia wasn’t paying particularly close attention to Robbie, behind the casual if somewhat mocking exterior she was studying the man closely. It was important for her work, and for her own database, to see how well Hammel students had assimilated into the real world. Given the destruction weather workers could create if pushed or highly emotional, it was obviously best if they avoided jobs that were high stress. Did he look stressed?

Ha, Robbie Wilkes look stressed over anything other than english essays?

Thinking of her girl frightening powers made Mia chuckle, rolling her eyes. That particular habit had not died after school. It was a wonder her eyes hadn’t just rolled out of her head. ”That’s because all the girls at school thought if they pissed me off I’d post pictures of them on Craig’s List, with their phone numbers.” Mia adapted a look of wistfulness, staring into the distance dreamily. ”Happy days, happy days,” she shrugged and her demeanor jumped quickly back into highly alert.

With a slight scowl, Mia raised one eyebrow. That look had become famous at work as the back off now or loose a kneecap. Pity Wilkes wasn’t exactly CIA. ”We are friends, Wilkes,” Mia said slowly, and if she had heard Wilkes’ theory she would have been inclined to disagree. Still, time to get the attention off her private life.

Well, that aspect of it anyway.

”What about you? Found a special girl yet amongst the multitude that flock around you? Some pretty girl you can charm with your oh so sophisticated linguistics?”

[Robbie Wilkes]

It was Robbie's time to adopt a deadpanned look on his face purposely. "I can be honest with you...so yeah. Yeah I thought you would be bespectacled, with pizza boxes lying around, you know...the usual." He shrugged and the grin returned when Mia stated a fact. He couldn't agree more. The girl had to be the most attractive military personnel Robbie had ever encountered for sure. "That's actually quite true." He grinned with a small lift of his shoulder.

His coffee was gone and he wanted more but not at the expense of leaving the girl's company. So he did what he wouldn't have done if his company wasn't as interesting as Mia Keystone. He signalled for the waitress to refill his cup. Robbie had acquired a set of manners that no matter where he went, it still remained. He would never make people do things he could do himself. Especially at establishments this small.

He had also grown accustomed to cooking for himself, and Estelle of course, so there had never been a need for him to go out to eat. But this cafe was his favourite place to be after work because he knew Hammel was not too far from here.

"I see, I see. So you're not dating him?" He asked bluntly. It was expected. She had asked the same thing of him and Estelle. He was simply returning the favor.

Robbie laughed at Mia's question as he leaned back on his chair, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't charm anyone with what I do for a living, Mia. It's the most boring job ever." He chuckled but was immediately reminded of Olivia Winston, the woman who infuriated him just as much as Mia did. Beautiful, vivacious, sarcastic and just plain cool. Why he was so attracted to women like this he doesn't know. But there it was.

"But no...no special girl," he shook his head with an effortless grin that masked his lie.

[Mia Keystone]

”Pizza is the food of the gods,” Mia warned, one eyebrow rising again as she put her hands on the table. ”And spectacles are cool.” Her thick rimmed reading glasses were pulled out with a flourish, setting them on her nose. ”Why is it people always think glasses are a bad thing? I think they made me look all classy and shit,” With an exaggerated wink, Mia tilted her head back in the classic like what you see? move. Messing with Wilkes was still fun, who said you had to grow up?

Waving a refill for herself as well, Mia started emptying sugar into the cup again, stirring quickly. Her body had become very dependent on caffeine; coffee and red bull were Mia’s best friends, and got pissed off when she didn’t visit often.

He still wasn’t dropping the whole Jonah thing, so Mia used a distract tactic that had served her well. ”Why? You want in again, Robbie?” she asked smoothly, leaning forward. ”Getting jealous?” It was an easy trick, but it worked wonders. Even more so given the naturally flirty attitude Robbie seemed to exude.

Also, it was always a bit of a boost to the ego, which was nice when you worked with a bunch of guys who assumed if you wanted compliments you’d do a job that was more suited to working retail or something suited for women.

”Aw, Wilkes,” the short woman sighed in sympathy. ”We can’t all fight terrorism and the bad guys for a living.” It was true, Mia’s job was pretty bad ass. She was very fond of it. With a well practiced air, the agent checked for the telltale signs of lying, but it was an easy enough thing to lie about that she didn’t look too hard. ”Want to date an agent? I know some nice girls. Pretty, can kill you with their little fingers... etc/”

It was hard to tell if she was being serious or just having a joke about playing the pimp. Given Mia, it could be either.

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Excuse you very much. I did not say anything of the sort." He raised an eyebrow at Mia's glasses jibe, his grin still intact. "Classy and shit doesn't come to mind though." Robbie's grin turned into a smirk when Mia posed in that silly manner. But if he was asked, he would have to say Yes, he did like what he saw. But the girl didn't need to know that.

The tactical maneuver Mia pulled would have worked like a charm ten, twenty years ago but Robbie had grown up and things that used to go over teenage Robbie's head was now all in plain sight for grown up Robbie to see. But how could he resist the look Mia was giving him? He was, after all, still a red-blooded male.

"Only for you, Keystone." He too leaned forward, their covered arms brushing against each other. He held his gaze on the technopath for awhile before breaking into a grin and leaning back with Mia's next words. "Yeah, because who's gonna teach those terrorists and bad guys how to write ransom notes, right?"

Robbie held back his laughter as he once again feigned seriousness. "Keystone, if I wanted to be killed by any pretty nice girls, it'd have to be by your little fingers." He purposely used the words Mia had used just to rile her up.

"And you still think this," Robbie paused to gesture between the two of them, "Won't work. I don't get it, Keystone." He did though, so he made sure Mia knew that as he shook his head in amusement.

[Mia Keystone]

”Mr Wilkes, your library books are fifteen years overdue,” Mia said sternly with raised eyebrows, peering over her glasses. Then, she pulled out her ponytail, shook her hair out and pulled the glasses off. ”You’ll need to make that up to me.” She laughed hard, spoiling the whole sexy librarian thing very quickly. She was enjoying herself; teasing Robbie was a nice change from the rather intense work environment she was used to, where people had thought she was a joke till she kneecaped them all. Yeah, call me a geisha doll again, dip shits. Now you have no working kneecaps.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t like flirting, hell, for all that Mia had a reputation for being an ice queen at work, she had her needs same as anybody. Just didn’t like most of the stuffed suits at HQ thinking she’d be thankful for a bit of attention thrown her way. Seriously, government operatives needed to learn a thing or two about personal hygiene for starters.

When he lent forward she didn’t move back, only raising an eyebrow, then huffing up to blow a strand of hair out of her eyes. When he broke back, she scoffed at his comment. ”Yeah, I mean we don’t take them seriously unless they know how to spell extrapolate and antidisestablishmentarianism. No one who can’t spell would want to fuck with America!”

Now it was Mia’s turn to lean forward, her smirk turning a little dangerous as her sharp eyebrows both rose into arrows above her eyes. ”Careful, Wilkes,” she said slowly, her smile crooked. ”A polite, neat assassin would play a lot nicer than me. Unless you’re into that now.”

Jonah had had a theory on just why Robbie had been into her back at school. He'd summarised it by making her watch Juno, and playing one bit over and over again.
Jocks like him always want freaky girls. Girls with horn-rimmed glasses and vegan footwear and Goth makeup. Girls who play the cello and wear Converse All-Stars and want to be children’s librarians when they grow up. Oh yeah, jocks totally eat that shit up. They just won’t admit it because they’re supposed to be into perfect cheerleaders

[Robbie Wilkes]

He had a hard time concealing the smirk this time around when Mia went into a sexy librarian mode that actually stirred something in Robbie. This didn't bode well for the linguistics professor. Not one bit. But he managed to keep his cool especially when she started to laugh. He did too.

Robbie thought this was going pretty well considering they haven't seen each other for more than a decade. It was like time never even existed the way Mia was pretty much unchanged from the snarky technopath who made his life practically a living hell every time they crossed paths. And this was coming from someone who didn't get embarrassed so easily.

He cracked up to Mia's follow-up comment. Her next comment made Robbie raise an eyebrow, his grin dropping just an inch before cracking up again at her insinuation. "You'd be the one to find that out, Keystone, won't you?" He gave her a suggestive grin. He picked up his coffee cup and drained the liquid slowly, his eyes still locked on her over the rim of the cup.

[Mia Keystone]

There were two options here. Either Mia could drop the act, laugh and walk away, (hilarious) or she could, well, walk away with someone else. Her flight back to DC was leaving the next afternoon, wasn’t like she’d be stuck if he was really horrible or clingy but... no. Her eyes flicked over him and she smirked to herself. He looked like he knew what he was doing, not like someone who was talking the talk without being able to walk the walk.

Time to call him up, then. It wasn’t fair for him to think he was allowed to start talking like that without any consequences. So she caught his eyes as he drank, smirked wickedly and without looking away raised a hand for the cheque. They weren’t teenagers, they were big boys and girls and they’d play the adult’s game then.

Her handler, who had been watching with indifference and the air of someone who was quite used to it, raised his eyes and sighed, pushing himself up. Mia’s eyes flicked to him, then back to Robbie and she tilted her head back. ”Now, Mr Wilkes, after being at school together for, what, five years, you should have learnt by now to never, ever challenge Mia Keystone.” Never really one for dancing around once the subject had been made clear she pushed her chair back and put her hands on the table, pushing herself up. ”Consider your challenge accepted, Wilkes. Now, I highly recommend you let me pay for these coffees, then we go back to my hotel for some more,” she lent forward, ”stimulating conversation.”

Throwing a note on the table, she stuck her hands on her hips and looked up at Robbie, looking for all the world like her old 17 year old self, obstinate and not willing to hear anything that would disagree with what she wanted. There was a bit of uncertainty, after all Robbie had had a reputation for being a flirt who didn’t see things through, but still, it wasn’t like she had her heart on this. Still...

He’d aged well.

[Robbie Wilkes]

That particular smirk he saw on Mia's face was something he hadn't seen in awhile. It was true, what she said. People should never challenge Mia Keystone. Then again, this was Robbie Wilkes. If he couldn't challenge people like Mia Keystone and lived to tell about it [not that he would tell anyone of his conquests. He doesn't even tell Estelle that, for crying out loud], why was he even living?

A bit extreme but...eh.

The smirk stayed on Robbie's face as his cup was lowered to the table. His eyes followed Mia's every move, down to her subtle dismissing of the big dude that was supposed to have disarmed Robbie earlier. The fact that Mia was actually receptive to his [not so] subtle hint surprised the weather manipulator but not enough to paralyse him. It had been years since he realised that sex meant no strings attached. Or rather, he learned that. Quite the hard way, in fact.

Though no one would call him a slut when it came to his sexual prowess, he wouldn't turn down a good lay. And something told him that Mia could hold her own. So up he got, restraining from paying when Mia insisted on doing so and he followed her to the car. The drive to the hotel had involved a lot of red lights being ignored, window smacking and accidental door kicking and once they arrived, the two had exited the car, fixing their clothes and hair.

The walk up to the hotel room was calculated all the way up to Mia's room where everything [and I do mean everything] came off. If Robbie were one to think in cliches, this would have been the perfect time for him to whisper "It's go time."