He chuckled. "Ofcourse we will." he kept playing with her hair, curling and uncurling them with his fingers. "I know how your brain is working, I know you love.." he smiled and conveying he captured her mind-set a long back even before she pronounced a word.

"Not like that. I used to go out a lot than you, that' why." he disagreed with her statement about his knowledge of knowing so many good places to go out. "Okay, for that, we must go home first. Shall we?" he nudged her softly, trying to bring back her to reality. She was in dreamy state, he knew that.

"Mhmm." she grinned, agreeing with him and enjoying his fingers in her hair. "I know." she giggled, looking up at him "So well.. you know me so, so well.." she hummed, loving to spend time with him.

"Oh..yeah" she laughed "You always had the friends to go out with" she stuck her tongue out at him, grinning. When he mentioned home and nudged her, she giggled, coming back to reality quickly. "Yeah, lets go hooome." she kissed on his cheek fondly.

Brian's eyes looked back into her curious eyes, deeply "Ofcourse I know you very well. I'm proud of it..actually." he smirked and untangled his arms away from her and took her hand in his instead. "Yes, friends, I've not seen them for ages. Your fault" he nudged her, blaming her teasingly and started walking down on the corridor towards the lift, "Let's go, You make me impatient." With that they disappeared from the corridor together quickly.

Carley skipped down the corridor in a happy mood. Today had gone pretty well, and she was getting used to the ministry. Besides that, she'd already met quite a few people. Woot! With her red hair bouncing softly off her shoulders, Carley came to a stop. She saw a man and he looked just a little confused. He might've been around her own age, it was kinda hard to tell. "Can I help you with something?" she asked him.

Pierre turned around at the sound of a voice. He was face to face with a red haired woman. He wasn't one to ask for help. He liked to figure things out for himself. "I don't think so. I'm just looking around." He listened as the sound of his familiar French accent echoed softly through the empty corridor. Well, almost empty. He smiled politely at the woman and hoped that she wouldn't see through his cover up.

Carley nodded, smiling. "Oh, okay." Well, even if he had been lost the most she'd be able to tell him was that he was on the fifth floor. She was about good as lost herself.

"My name's Carley." she said extending a hand. Hmm, did French people shake hands? He sounded french. Well even if he didn't the must have gotten used to it by now. Most people shook hands here. She smiled at the possible French man again.