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She grinned as she rolled her eyes at the man. She stepped out of the car and relinked her arms with his as they strode into the restaurant. Addy looked around, letting her eyes skim the small crowd that occupied the restaurant. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Well,” Emmet said a bit hesitantly as he put down his menu, having decided on what he wanted, “he didn’t say explicitly that he had sent them, but he kept dodging the question and he was very...” He paused, trying to find the right word, before shrugging and continuing, “just very evasive, I suppose.”  

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

“Asian,” she said decidedly as they got into the respective sides of the car. The ride into the city was uneventful as Addy whipped out her phone to provide a restaurant to go to as well as become the navigator, using Google Maps as their guide. 

Emmet rolled his eyes as he parked, giving the redhead an amused smile.  Getting out of the car, he said, “Don’t worry, AB, if I didn’t intend on “dishing” I certainly would not have made dinner plans with you in the first place.”  They both knew, of course, that Emmet would never have just left AB hanging, no matter what had transpired between Graham and himself.  Their relationship was built far stronger than that.

Cole listened contently whilst Emmet spoke, leaning his elbows on the arm rest of the chair, and then his head on his hands. He always loved hearing about other people’s lives, it seemed that everyone had some story to tell, so he got to live an interesting life vicariously through them. 

Emmet glanced up at Cole, gauging his facial expression, before getting out a small bowl for the rest of his ingredients.  The other man did indeed look a little more worn, purpose, than yesterday morning, something he had vaguely noticed before hadn’t thought about it.  Now, he wondered what could be causing his...his friend distress.  Emmet didn’t like prying into people’s lives, since he himself never appreciated it, but he couldn’t help but feel worried for Cole.  They hardly knew each other, had conversed only once before this, but the thought of Cole being upset didn’t sit right with him.  

TMI Tuesday

“Brooklyn, huh?” he asked with a grin, looking up at Cole.  “I don’t think I would have ever been able to tell!”  The statement was dripping with sarcasm, because even Emmet, who didn’t have much of an ear for accents, could hear clearly Cole’s Brooklyn upbringing.  

Cole followed Emmet back to his apartment, hands in his pockets and a pleasant smile on his face. This would probably be a good thing, hand out with a new friend, chill out, pretend like everything was fine for an hour or two, in fact, he more than likely wouldn’t be pretending. 

At Cole’s request of chocolate chip, Emmet set about retrieving all the ingredients he’d need.  It’d take about thirty minutes to prepare everything, and then fifteen for cooking, which gave Cole enough time to get his fill of -- Adventure Time, he saw as he glanced up from his prep to see the TV.  He smiled as he watched it for a moment, recalling that Nes and Donnie both loved this show, before realizing a few seconds later that Cole had asked him a question.