181- History Will Repeat Itself.

Humming to herself, Marissa didn't use the private elevator to enter the office. Today was a new day and she wanted to start everything with a fresh and better mood.

Yesterday the way, Rafael and Dean made her feel that she wasn't alone, she felt relief after such a long time.

Someone had gotten her back.

She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder, glancing around when her eyes caught the sight of a familiar figure standing near the desk in another corner of the hallway.

"Dean?" she called his name with a surprised smile, "You are early, man. As always."

Dean who was leaning over a stack of files, lost in some thought straightened and ran his fingers through his hair.

 "Hi, Marissa," he mumbled more to himself and started putting the files one over the other, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you have used the VIP floor?"