Collision
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Zexion glared up at the tall man who had nearly knocked him off his feet, causing him to drop an armful of texts and notebooks.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. Didn't see you there, buddy! You okay?" The man scratched at his strange, sandy-blond hairstyle, offering Zexion a sheepish smile.
Zexion bent to retrieve his books. "I'm fine," he grumbled.
His assailant knelt down to help him. "Quantum Physics? Whew! Heavy stuff. Too much work, if you ask me, but it sure is interesting!" Zexion frowned, reaching out to accept the books as they both stood up, but the stranger made no move to return them. "Hey, this is a lot of stuff for you to carry by yourself, you know? How 'bout I help you carry them, to make up for bowling you over?"
Zexion tucked his long fringe behind his ear as he contemplated the offer. Well, if the stranger was going to be repentant, who was he to stop him? And in any case, he was friendly, so Zexion's reply of "Fine," was much less hostile. Without another word, he turned and headed back towards the SERC building, casting an expectant look back at the guy with the rest of his books when he realized he hadn't followed. "This way."
The guy nearly jumped to catch him up. "Hey, what's your name?" He slouched a little so he didn't tower over Zexion quite so much, and maybe…it was a little cute. "I'm Demyx." Yeah, cute like a puppy.
Zexion spared him a glance as they entered the brightly-lit building. "Zexion." In a practiced motion, he retrieved an ID from his pocket to flash it at the door man. As they neared the elevator, he added, "I can take those from here. No unauthorized personnel allowed on my floor."
Demyx's step slowed. "Aw, I guess." His lips twisted into something like a pout, before his face brightened again. "Hey, how about I buy you coffee or something later!"
Zexion blinked. "Why?"
Demyx seemed to ponder that for a moment. Finally he shrugged. "No real reason, I guess. It just sounded like a good idea."
"Uhm. Okay." Diverting to a table, Zexion set his books down to fish out a pen and one of his business cards. He scribbled his personal number on the back, without really knowing why he was agreeing. Well, more likely than not, the guy would forget and just not call, anyway. So, he was a little surprised when he was presented with a card in return, similarly marked with a phone number other than the printed one.
Demyx beamed as he deposited his share of books into Zexion's arms. "We can work out a time later, yeah?" He waited until Zexion was in the elevator before winking with a "See ya, Zexy!" and Zexion was a little puzzled by the heat that flooded his face.
A young lady in the elevator addressed Zexion as they ascended, her eyes round. "You know who that was, right?" He shook his head in a negative. "Demyx is the lead singer of Melodious Nocturne!" And the way she said it with such reverence made him cock an eyebrow. The young lady continued, exalting the band until they reached her floor.
Zexion already had a text when he reached his office, and the number matched the card he'd been given—which indeed read "Melodious Nocturne" under Demyx's name.
Less than five minutes later, he had a date for Saturday. With a rock star. Well, that certainly had the potential to be interesting.