Ean considered his response slowly which, given the general awesomeness of Rachel, I think we can take as further proof that he’s an idiot. Finally, thinking about the events of the previous weekend, he said: "You really won’t be upset if something comes up and I fall off the face of the planet?"
Rachel shook her head. "Not as long as you promise to tell me if you start dating someone or something like that. Otherwise, what you do on your own is your own business."
Ean nodded. He thought about his own ex, and about Sakura, and about how unlikely it was that I’d let him be if he didn’t at least pretend to have a romantic interest. And finally he made his decision. "Okay," he said. "Actually, that sounds pretty good."
Rachel grinned and hopped off the edge of his desk. "Great!" she said. "So, have any plans to fall off the planet tonight?"
"I rarely do," Ean replied morosely. "It just happens. Why? Do you have something in mind?"
Rachel laughed and picked up the mail she still had left to deliver. "No," she admitted, "But I’m not about to make the mistake of waiting on you to call me again. And I do have the internet in the break room and nothing to do until my next coffee run, so I thought I might do a quick search on what’s going on in town."
Then she nodded at Ean’s computer. "Looks like your install is done. Going to be busy with… Army Shooter?"
Ean glanced at the screen and then back at Rachel. "Yeah… Doom had this idea that we could build corporate camaraderie through team death matches or something like that. I guess it’s the geek version of paintballing."
Rachel looked bemused. "Doom?" she asked.
Ean pointed to Doom’s office. "My new boss, I guess. Hey, maybe this way you and I can get in a game sometime."
Rachel frowned. "I’d like that," she said distractedly: trying to decide if Doom was up to something. "You know, I’ve been calling him that, too," she added. Then she smiled. "Well, good luck," she said – and then left to finish her rounds.