Who: Charlie Bradbury When: Backdated to the 20th Where: IT security office Rating: Pretty low Status: Complete; Narrative
Charlie had lost track of how long she'd been sitting in the chair and if she'd thought about it, she might have suspected she was leaving her imprint in the chair, making it very uncomfortable for anyone else to take over. She sat in front of her laptop, staring at the footage with a frown. Her right index finger was posed on the enter key, and she kept playing the images on the screen, over and over. The limo pulling up - and really, who had a freaking limo in a zombie apocalypse? - then Willow stepping out of the gates with a huge smile on her face, then getting in. Now normally, Charlie didn't like to think of herself as the jealous type. Really, she wasn't. But when you were pretty much nearly in a relationship with someone, you were honest and open with them. If you're interested in someone else, you tell them, right? You don't just go seeing them and getting into limos without saying something, right?
With a sigh, the hacker sat up slowly and scrubbed her hands over her face. This was driving her crazy - she was driving herself crazy. "It's just a limo. That's it. Limos don't mean anything," she muttered to herself, something she'd said before and was trying to convince herself was true. Because it couldn't mean anything since it wasn't like she and Willow had talked feelings, or futures, or anything like that. Closing the window on her laptop, she pushed herself to her feet and walked over to a cabinet where she kept a few snacks. Grabbing a Snickers bar she'd managed to secret away there, Charlie shut the cabinet and leaned against it while unwrapping the chocolate, eating it slowly as she stared miserably at the screens around the room. Sometimes, working in IT really sucked.