Stand up and straighten your suit

The guide's face contorts into a smirk as you remove yourself from the plastic debris. You smooth down the front of your jacket and laugh awkwardly before rummaging in your pockets for a pen. "I don't suppose you have a notepad then? You never said I couldn't take notes and I need something for my article." The guide hesitates, as if he is wondering if your question is against code, and pulls a walkie-talkie from his back pocket. You wonder if the company truly expected you to take notes or to just write an article based on your memory with no direct quotes. Nonetheless, as the guide barks questions into his radio, your succumb to your thoughts from earlier and find your gaze lingering on the chisel of his jaw and the icy color of his eyes. His auburn hair, even, attracts your gaze and you find yourself wondering if he'd let you run your fingers through it. His voice pulls you from your thoughts and you realize he is impatiently holding a notepad in front of your face. You snatch it and curtly thank him before taking a step back.