Caleb is the cat in the hat (worth_therisk) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-30 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, caleb rivers, spencer hastings |
Who: Caleb Rivers and Spencer Hastings
When: Recently
Where: Stark Tower
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
It’d been a really long month. Starting up an internship at Stark Industries, starting classes at UCI, and having to pack and unpack practically everything she owned--twice--was definitely taking a toll on Spencer. She was a little better now than she’d been a couple of weeks ago, feeling a bit more settled in, but things were still pretty hectic.
So, coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Spencer was in the break room on her floor at Stark Tower, filling up her fishbowl sized mug… again… and digging through the packets of pink, blue and yellow sugars, trying to find a brown or two. She sighed. Why was the only thing left Sweet ‘N Low??
Caleb was taking a much needed break from work. He had already taken one earlier, but the guy liked his breaks. He decided not to leave the building this time instead wandering the halls of Stark Tower. He ended up in one of the break rooms with a girl who seemed stressed. Or frustrated at the very least. At least that was how it sounded from her sigh. And wow that was a huge cup of coffee.
Caleb stood leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “Got enough caffeine?” he smirked raising a brow at her. Caleb wasn’t much of a coffee drinker himself, he preferred energy drinks. But clearly this girl was.
Spencer pretty much lived on coffee. She turned at the sound of someone’s voice coming from the doorway, and raised an eyebrow. “Just barely.” She replied. “It’d be a lot better if I could find some real sugar.”
“I’m not much of a coffee drinker,” he shrugged. “But even if I was there is a chance I still wouldn’t know where to find it.” He wasn’t exactly known for sticking around the office, and there was the fact that the place was huge. “Caleb,” he added as a form of introduction.
"Spencer," she replied. "I'm sure if we put our minds together, we can solve this mystery. You be Shaggy, I'll be Velma." She smirked, something about that metaphor feeling rather familiar, and turned to search through a cupboard.
"How long have you been working at Stark?" Spencer asked, not looking at him. She assumed he was an employee and not some random stranger in the break room.
"I'd rather be Scooby," he laughed walking into the break room hands at sides now.
"A few weeks." Caleb walked over to the counter and opened up his backpack, stuffing food inside. Hey, at least he wasn't robbing banks anymore. "You?" He asked Spencer still preoccupied with the food.
Spencer turned to glance at him, hands still buried deep in the cupboard up to her elbows. “You look more like a Scooby,” she said, teasing, and turned her attention back to the boxes and things she was moving around.
“Just started. I’ve only been here about a week. Do you know Peter Parker?” She added. It was the closest thing she could do to try and figure out what department he worked in--ask if she knew the only other Stark Employee she knew.
Caleb wasn’t sure if he should be offended by that comment or not. Was she saying he looked like a dog? Maybe it was the hair. He merely smirked, that type of thing never bothered him anyway.
“Don’t know any Peter Parkers,” he replied. He didn’t know many of the employees in general other than his bosses. Caleb still kept to himself for the most part. “What department is he in? Or you, what department are you in?”
“I’m Interning in the International Relations department,” Spencer replied. Then she gave a triumphant Eureka! and emerged with a box of raw sugar packets. “Got it. I knew they’d be around here somewhere.”
She closed the cupboard and dumped a few packets of the raw sugar into her gallon of coffee. “What department are you in?” She asked Caleb, turning her eyes back over to him.
Caleb finished stuffing food in his backpack and zipped it back up. He almost jumped at Spencer’s triumphant finding of the sugar packets. It was startling. “Glad you found them,” he commented with another Caleb smirk.
“Impressive,” he commented although he knew next to nothing about International Relations. Hell he barely knew about regular old American Relations. “IT.”
Spencer was proud of herself. “Hard work and determination pay off in the end. Every time.” She teased, and then stirred her coffee with one of those little, wooden stir sticks.
“Ah, IT. I’m sure I’ll be calling on you at some point with computer issues.” She tossed her trash into the wastebin, then picked up the bucket to head back to her desk. “I should be getting back to work.”
That wasn’t exactly what Caleb did but he didn’t mind letting her think that. He actually found it amusing. Ah right, work. He should be getting back to that too at some point. For now he was fine with hanging out in the break room for a little longer. “See you around, Spencer.”