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1st Floor Lobby- Sunday afternoon

Annie was feeling much better today than she had yesterday, which honestly, she preferred. After listening to radio, she'd scratched some ideas off her list of things to try. Baked goods were out, for instance. Quinn did that, and if Caroline was doing that, too, forget it. Besides, Annie wanted to reach out to the people who couldn't be swayed by delicious calories.

In the early afternoon, she'd gone to the lobby and set up her table. It was pretty low-key. Besides a glittery poster on the wall behind her and some fliers and lot of colorful buttons on the bright red plastic tablecloth (better to catch people's attention), that was it.

Oh, and the sign attached to the front of the table:

HELP ME HELP YOU
What do you want from your rep? I'm listening.

[So very open. And I am going to the gym for like an hour, but don't think I won't be trying to return pings from the bike. I saw someone checking FB from the treadmill yesterday.]

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"Not yet," she said, suddenly worried.

Oops.

"Well," he said in an attempt to be reassuring, "It seems like rather a lot of work to put into my candidacy if she were to nominate another senior as well."

That was the wrong thing to say.

That actually made sense, in a sort of unsettling way. She just had to keep reminding herself that they were fine as long as no one else jumped in.

"Oh." She paused. "Are you voting for yourself?"

Could you blame a girl for trying?

Actually...

"I, er, may have already promised my vote to Quinn," he told Annie regretfully.

And the award for the most awkward comment of the day went to...

It didn't matter that she totally would have just tried to sway him to vote for her instead of Quinn. That was not the point. The point was, that was another X in the 'no' column of her spreadsheet.

"Oh," she said, picking up the stack of fliers to make sure they were all lined up perfectly.

"I apologize," he offered. "But, ah, there are three seats! There should be room for each of us!"

BUT SOMEONE WOULD BE PRESIDENT, WES. GOD.

"So far," Annie pointed out.

Wesley took a moment to consider that for a second. Then, feebly, he offered, "The buttons should help. It's a -- a very viable strategy!"

Obviously politics were not something he knew how to deal with.

"Would you like one?" she asked. She didn't think he'd take one. Or maybe he would out of guilt and she'd get a little victory that way. Either way.

It was the latter.

"Er," he said, spotting a blue one with a lightbulb on it and picking it up. "Certainly. Thank you."

"Good luck with your campaign...?" she said, suddenly not sure if she should be wishing him luck if he didn't mean to be running or not.

It was complicated.

"Thank you. Same to you!"

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