Ashlee Walker

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Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ASHLEE WALKER], a [33] year-old [CIS WOMAN] has lived in [BUSHWICK, BROOKLYN] for [8 YEARS]. This is the city of dreams and [SHE] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [BARTENDER]. Well, that and as a [BESTIE] to [JUNIE ROSCOE]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [AMBER STEVENS WEST]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

With the call-up for the national team’s January camp, Shane came back to her schedule to get back the starting spot. She thought that starting earlier than the rest of the team it could be a good idea, at least it would be great to stop the rumors about her going to retirement when she still felt like having a lot to burn yet. With Kaiser on the leash, the soccer player and her dog went out for a run for a couple of hours. “Hm” she replied once hearing the request, taking her eyes from her dog, that was examining the near by tree. “Sure thing.” Shane grabbed her phone and unlocked the screen, still trying to look on what her dog was doing. “Can you tell me where you are going? If it’s near, i can take you there.”  

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Ashlee’s focus moved from the woman who was kindly enough to help her to the dog that was right next to her. Almost instantly the expression on her face brightened at the sight of the dog. She kneeled down carefully, holding a hand out in the direction of the dog so she was sure that she wasn’t getting any surprises from the dog. “He or she is beautiful, what is it’s name?” Ashlee asked the owner as she looked up at the woman, vaguely recognizing her from somewhere but she simply was unable to put the name and the face together yet. “Are you sure? I’m not certain if it is close but I wanted to go to this gym to see if I could sign up. I do have the address,” she let the other woman know, giving her the address so she could check if it was nearby or not.

Firing one email after another, Olivia walked down the streets, heels clicking against the pavement. She was onto a new case, another thrilling issue she would get to resolve, and she absolutely loved it. It played well to her workaholic tendencies, and she wasn’t going to even attempt sorting it out. This was the way she liked it, this was the way she had pictured her life, and she had no issues with it. What bothered her, however, was people interrupting her thought flow, so when someone stepped up to her, causing her to stop, Olivia frowned. Only a moment later did she realize that the woman was someone familiar, and her features softened. “I know you, don’t I?” Maybe tehre was plenty of wine typically involved, but she wasn’t going to bring that up. “Sure- are you okay?”

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For a moment Ashlee raised her eyebrows when the first words that were spoken were ‘I know you, don’t I?’ after her question. She did not expect that at all and it did take a moment before she realized that she indeed knew the woman she had asked to help her out. On a daily shift, a lot of people came across her bar but this woman was one that came around more often and what she remembered mostly about the moments that they had met each other, was the fact that this beautiful woman actually flirted with her whenever she had had enough wine. And every time Olivia - Ashlee remembered her name again - did that, it definitely made her blush. This time was no different, despite the fact that Olivia did not flirt with her this time around. “Yes, you sometimes visit the wine bar where I work. I think we know eachother from that.” Ashlee quickly nodded when the other woman asked her if she was okay. “I am, yes. Just kinda lost, I was searching for the nearest subway station so I could get home but I took a wrong turn and my phone died. Pretty sure I took some more wrong turns after that.”

despite living in the city for several years now, new york was hardly her favourite city. if asked by any member of her family, she would defend it as if she had been born there. in those circumstances, new york city was her home and proudly so. but when she had to walk from point a to point b, she realized all the awful things about the city. from how dirty it was to how no one seemed to care where they walked. to strangers who thought they were entitled to disturb her. “i’m sorry?” she asked before even listening to the young woman’s whole sentence. her eyes dropped and slowly came back to her face. she was holding her phone in her hand, a mistake obviously, and so she couldn’t say no without sounding rude. “where do you want to go?” aisling asked, unblocking her phone screen and opening the app to reluctantly handing it over to the woman. “i have to say if you run away with my phone, it has an automatic alarm to the police. and i can sue you for espionage.”

From the look on the blonde’s face, Ashlee already knew that she wasn’t that happy in helping her out. She took the phone, held it so that the other woman was able to see everything that she was doing on the phone. “I promise you, I’m not someone that’s going to run away with your phone. Neither am I a spy or do I want to know what’s on your phone. I just want to know how to get home.” Ashlee tried to make her voice sound gentle instead of a little hurt over the fact that someone was basically telling her that she looked like something she thought would steal something. Or perhaps that was something that she was making up in her mind - that was for sure something that Ashlee was able to do. She wrote the address in the navigation and saw that she was only a few streets away. If she just walked ahead for three more streets and then took a right, she would be back home. She closed the navigation and quickly returned it to it’s owner. “Thank you for helping me. I’ve just moved and I have a terrible sense of direction.” She motioned over to the coffee shop on the other side of the street. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something as a thank you for using your phone?”

“No problem at all!” Maya replies with a smile, padding over to the front door just a few feet away. One hand reaches out to clutch the doorknob before pulling the door open for the other woman, “It’s nice too meet you, Ashlee. Welcome to Brooklyn.” Maya muses, plucking up a box that had been placed near the door, lugging it inside behind Ashlee. The second she’s inside and helping Ashlee, she feels a weight being lifted. Maybe this is what she needed, a quick break from her brain, helping another. 

As she follows Ashlee into the building, she speaks again, “So, are you new to the city at all?” The brunette asks, adjusting the box in her hands in order to get a better grip. “When I first moved here, I was so stressed out. I was so worried about making sure I had all of my things.” Maya continues, laughter weaving through her words. 

A grateful smile was on Ashlee’s lips as Maya opened up the door for her. “Thank you. I used to live in Queens, so it’s a bit of a change.” Sure, it was still the same city that she was calling her home but every neighbourhood had its own vibe and that was clear to her now. Her gaze moved to the woman who was now holding a box as well. If only everyone on this block was just as nice as Maya, like offering her to help out with the boxes, she could only say that she made the right decision to move to this part of the city.

he’s starving, practically wilting away in his apartment as he takes his eighth trip to open to refrigerator to check if anything has magically shown up that he wants to eat. nada. he could order in but then he’s gotta wait and since he’d have to go to the door anyways, he decides to just leave and find some food. brooklyn has some of the best spots in the city after all. so he heads down the stoop, swift in his stride, before his attention is caught by the woman. is it bad that he’s already willing to help purely because she’s stunning ? surely not. isn’t that, like… the opposite of sexism ? nailed it. without hesitation, he’s digging into his jeans to find his phone. “ yeah, ‘course. ” he nods, handing it over to her. “ where you tryin’ to get to ? i could probably help. ” jay wonders and offers, since he knows this city like the back of his hand, especially brooklyn. 

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A sigh of relief escaped Ashlee when the young man told her that he would be able to help her. His phone appeared quickly from his pocket and she carefully took it from him. “I was trying to quickly make a dash down to the supermarket that I know to be around my place. I thought it was going to be quick so I didn’t bother looking at the battery of my phone.” She opened up the navigation on his phone before looking back up at him. “So I got lost instead and haven’t even made it to the supermarket and I also have no idea how to get back home again.” She added her new address to the navigation to look how far she had wandered from her starting point and then looked at the young man again. “So if you are able to help me out to a supermarket in the surroundings, I would like that.” She paused for a moment before quickly adding. “I’m Ashlee.”

                Matt was laughing as he looked down and shrugged his shoulders a bit as he looked down to himself. “You know if I had low self-esteem I might take that the wrong way.” he chuckled as he pushed his hands into his pockets and shrugged a bit, “Yeah I do, it is but I’ve been told I need to get out more, work a little less so I was off today I figured I’d …. go out.” he pressed his lips together before he was smiling gently in her direction. “Guess I’m really just wondering right now.” He mused. He paused a minute before he was turning and glancing around shifting his boots against the pavement before he looked back to her, “This might be completely weird to ask, considering, but uh …. you be interested in grabbing coffee or something?”

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“Hey, I said ‘as well’,” Ashlee quickly said to the man in front of her, she wanted to make sure that he understood that even though the chuckle suggested that he was joking. At least, she hoped so because she hadn’t meant to make it something bad. The smile on her lips widened a little as he told her that he was just going out of his way like people had told him. Aimlessly wandering around but he was out. “Sounds like you work too much?” Ashlee asked him. They hadn’t really tried getting to know each other better when they had met that night. The woman was a little surprised at his question to grab some coffee and she surprised herself probably even more with the fact that she nodded in agreement. “Yeah, why not? I mean, some talking might be good since we haven’t done that much. Where do you want to go for coffee?”

“Well… Yeah, I guess. Maybe? I don’t want to look old, you’re right… It’d be nice to have people think I’m a little closer to my age.” He’d embraced being underestimated, winding that into his little tricks and cons, but it still stung to feel like the little kid wandering around without his parents. Respect would be nice. “Oh, yeah, I got you! I’ve got roommates, it’s the only way. That’s really cool of you to get them a welcome gift, you’re gonna be a good roommate.” Repeating her sentence to himself, he shook his head, “No. It’s setting the tone right. Good first impression!”

Ashlee knew she was screwed the moment that her battery had died. She still had no idea until this moment how she had ended up in this part of the city and she also had no idea where exactly she was. It would not surprise her if she was around the corner of her new apartment in the end, but then she had something to laugh about. If there was someone with the worst sense of direction, it was probably her. The woman looked around to see if there was someone around who was able to help her and she indeed found someone nearby. Ashlee quickly rushed over. “I am so sorry to bother you but I was hoping you could help me out. My phone died and I have no clue where I am. Is there any chance I can borrow your phone for Google Maps quickly?”

With a deep sigh, Ashlee let herself sink back in the couch of her friend, enjoying the cool feeling of the mask that she had put on. She had put her feet up and closed her eyes. “You know, you are the best. This was exactly what I had needed after moving,” the woman said to her friend, opening up one eye so she could look at Junie, with a smile on her lips. She reached out to pick up her glass and then raised it in the direction of her friend. “To a night full of pampering and relaxing.”

Ashlee was someone who often searched her music on Youtube over Spotify. Maybe some people would call it old school - or not. And more often than not she ended up at Layla’s page. You could definitely say that she was a fan so when she bumped into the woman walking on the streets, it took only a second before Ashlee realized who she had just passed. Before she could even stop herself, she had quickly turned around and spoken out loud. “Layla Jackson? I can’t believe it’s actually you.” Okay, Ash… Well done, girl. You couldn’t have fangirled more if you tried.

Meeting Piper at the wine bar had been a great one. They had hit it off nearly right away. One would think that she would dislike drinking wine after working with it for the entire evening but that was definitely not true. If Ashlee had to use a word to describe her friend, she would definitely label her as her wine buddy. And that was exactly the reason why she had bought a bottle of wine at work against a discount and it was settled on top of the table that she had placed in the corner of her bedroom with a couch, just so whenever she wanted she would have a bit more privacy. The glasses did come from the kitchen she shared with Amir. The doorbell rang and Ashlee quickly made her way over to the front door, opening it to the woman on the other side of the door. “Piper, hi! Welcome to my new place,” she said excitedly.

starter: closed location: crime scene.​

This was New York City, and he was a guy who worked way too much and ended up unable to make a relationship work, not that he had tried in a while. Work and the occasional … company worked for him. No strings attached, no expectations and no one deciding he wasn’t home enough so they’d find company somewhere else. Again. Better, safer even if it meant locking his heart up and perhaps missing out on things, working too much already did that. Alright, so he was a work in progress but he knew that. He was shoving his keys into his pocket as he headed down the steps from his apartment and headed down the street slowly looking at his phone, bad habits of this decade no doubt, and  as he looked up and side stepped to avoid a collision of sorts he slowed and turned completely towards the woman gesturing a finger a bit, he knew her. “I …. I know you.” he spoke as he paused and then gave a faint laugh because it quickly clicked in his head how he knew her and as he paused he cleared his throat. “And I just realized how….” 

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Just as the man who had stepped aside to make sure that they did not collide, it took a moment for Ashlee as well to recognize him. Because he was right; she did know him but it took a moment before she realised how. A smile appeared on her lips at the sudden change in mood and then chuckled. “I remember now too.” The woman put her hands in her pockets as she watched the man. She had kinda forgotten where he lived, simply due to the fact that she had walked home after the night they had spent together and the fact that she had a terrible sense of direction. That and the fact that they were not in Queens at the moment. “Well, it’s good to see you with clothes on as well,” she joked, the smile on her lips widening slightly at her comment. “You live in Queens right? This is quite some distance from there.”

location :   brooklyn.

It was still cold, the promise of rain or snow just along the horizon. Maya enjoyed the grey of the sky, all the clouds mended together in a mesh of precipitation. She’s clad in her large puffer jacket and an old pair of sweatpants and Converse she’s had for way too long. She had been writing all day, taking the contents of her mind and scribbling them onto paper. And, with that, she needed a break. From herself and her tiring mind. So, here she was, plopped down on the front step of her apartment, watching the people of Brooklyn come and go, taxis driving through the slick street. Her dark eyes soon wander, landing upon a woman with boxes, moving into the apartment just a few doors down from her. 

The brunette moves to stand then, padding over to the woman and her things. “Hi! I’m Maya, I live just a few doors down,” She begins, “Do you need any help with these boxes?”

Never had Ashlee expected that she had this much stuff. Throughout the years that she had been living on her own, she had gathered quite a lot of things. She had already sorted through a lot of things but the amount of boxes to bring into her new apartment was a surprise. The small van that she had rented for the day was parked in front of the building she was moving into and she felt like she had walked up and down twenty times already - which was definitely not true. With a box still in her hands, struggling to open up the door (for the umpteenth time) she was suddenly interrupted from her frustration by the sound of a woman’s voice. The woman blew a strand of her hair out of her face that had fallen in her face when she turned around and smiled at the kind woman who had spoken to her. “Hi! That’s a kind offer, Maya. If you don’t mind, I would love some help. Or at least already some help opening up the door for me! I’m Ashlee by the way.”

This was the only wine bar Junie ever stepped foot into. It wasn’t that she disliked the places, wine just wasn’t usually her thing. But Ash’s place was so nice and Junie actually enjoyed going there, even if she felt slightly out of place. 

She grinned as she made her way towards the bar, spotting Ashlee easily amidst the other bartenders. She waited by the end of the bar, turning to look out among the other patrons. Roxie was meant to be meeting them too. They’d wait for Ash to finish then they’d have their girls night. 

Junie ordered a glass of rosé, grinning to herself. Her eyes caught her friends then and she gave a little wave, nodding her head towards an empty table and made her way over. She knew Roxie would probably go to the bar first and Ash could send her over there. 

Slipping into her seat, sipping her drink, Junie relaxed as she waited for her friends. 

( @roxiepeterson​ ) & ( @ashleexwalker​ )

girls night was by far a favorite in roxie’s diary. a chance to catch up with her girls, let her hair down a little, and just leave the stresses of running a business back in her office for the day. this wasn’t the time or the place to have those sorts of thoughts. there were no cares, when it came to girls night. 

she was a girl on a mission: head to the bar, greet ashlee, acquire wine. a quick wave to junie as caught her eye was sufficient for roxie, especially since she’d be heading right over to that table as soon as she had a glass of cold pinot in her hand. “hey pretty lady!” she greeted to ashlee, blowing a quick kiss to her friend across the bar. “a glass of my usual, with a side of you joining us as soon as possible please.” she asked, grin wide on her face.

as soon as her drink was ready, she slid herself into the seat opposite junie, lifting her glass in a cheers motion. “to girls night?” she prompted, pushing the glasses together with a clink, before taking a long and, in her mind, a well deserved sip. “okay so dish, i’m going to need all of your gossip to get this night flowing.” 

( @ashleexwalker​ )

Ashlee definitely preferred to take the in between shift. It meant that she was done with work in time to actually enjoy her evening. And today that meant that she was spending it with Junie and Roxie. Yes, still at her work but on the other side of the bar this time around. The smile on her lips widened at the sight of her friends entering the wine bar. She definitely had had some warnings from her boss whenever her best friends had come over that she was too distracted but luckily enough for her it stayed with a warning.

Her gaze quickly moved to the clock displayed on her phone that was placed behind the bar and it showed that she only had a few more minutes to go. “Here you have a glass of your usual and your side will be served in around ten minutes,” she said with a chuckle to Roxie as she placed the glass of pinot in front of the woman on the bartop. She watched how her friend moved to the table where Junie had sat down and then continued on working for the last few minutes. As soon as possible she got a glass of wine for herself as well and joined the other two at the table. “Gossip? It sounds like I’ve arrived at just the right moment. Definitely need to hear more of that,” she agreed with the words she had Roxie just heard saying and sat down at an empty chair as well, her gaze locked on Junie.

finding a good roommate had been a lot more difficult than amir bargained for. moving out and finding somewhere he liked had been a big hurdle. finding someone to share it with? even bigger. he’d fielded a bunch of applicants already from the struggling young artists to the balding middle aged with questionable incomes. in fact, just before finding ashlee he was considering giving up and just moving back home. 

yet there she was, checking all the boxes. as in… employed? check. didn’t seem weird on first meeting? double check. it was surprising how difficult those standards were to meet after posting an open ad. “uh, the rail in the closet’s broken. the landlord said he’d fix it… last month. sometimes i get home late from work - but i’m quiet,” he promised. “wednesday mornings the garbage men can be pretty loud outside. bodega down the street sells discounted ear plugs on tuesday nights.” standing at the door of the room, amir tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels as he tried to think about anything else that might put her off. if he’d had any tact, he would have been trying to talk it up. but he wanted to be honest.

“i’d say everything in the kitchen and living room should be half, but i don’t mind where you put stuff. you can use any of my stuff if you need it,” a pause as he brought his gaze up to look at her, almost looking too hopeful. “so… what d’you say? yeah?”

When Amir mentioned that the rail in the closet was broken, Ashlee’s gaze moved back into the room, even though nothing was visible, of course. That was something to keep in mind. “Don’t you worry about getting home late from work. I have the same sometimes when I have a closing shift,” she said to the man standing in the room with her. And next to that, Ashlee was pretty blessed with the fact that she seemed to be able to sleep through everything. She was pretty sure that the ear plugs were not going to be needed by her.

For a moment Ashlee looked over Amir’s shoulder when he said that the items in the kitchen and living room should be half but that she could put some of her stuff there. She could always see what she had that could be an add-on to the current lay out. With a smile on her lips, she looked at Amir. “I’m saying yes. I don’t think I’ll find anything better than this, it’s looking good.” The location of the apartment was also rather close to her work so that was definitely a good bonus. “When should I be able to move in?”