It seemed like hours that she sat in the reception area, waiting for him, when in reality it was only fourteen minutes.

Well, fourteen minutes and twenty three seconds, but who was counting?

Finally she heard footsteps approaching the door, and the handle turning before the door opened to admit Clint into the room. The way his face lit up upon seeing her made her feel warm from the inside out. Closing the magazine she set it aside and uncrossed her legs, getting smoothly to her feet.

“You doubted that I would?” she replied, raising one eyebrow at him.