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Simon reached out to grab the object in question only to brush his fingers with another in the process. “–Oh.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want that?”

Despite the longevity of her stay (to some, to Frankie, a month was nothing), the gang’s brand spanking new drug dealer had yet to unpack her things. She’d tossed the essentials out of the few boxes that she’d brought with her, but the rest were still stacked atop one another, collecting dust in the dark. 

Andrea had been hearing a tapping noise outside of her office for about ten minutes now. She’d been trying to finish up a first draft of her appeal, but so far there was only one sentence in her document because the tapping was interrupting her train of thought. With a deep sigh she go up and with quick steps she walked over to her door. After straightening her skirt she opened the door and raised her eyebrows at the person sitting in the waiting room. “Do you need help with something?”

“Ummm...” Elliot didn’t know why he was at a lawyer’s office, but he was. “I wanted to find my parents.”

Charliecocked her head, giving the man an amused smile, finding it quite endearing howhe wanted to make sure she was talking to him. “Who else, dummy?” The brunetteteased, beckoning him over once again. “Come on, you look bored. And that waterisn’t doing wonders for you either.” She teased some more.

“Oh, okay. That would make sense. You were looking directly at me.” Elliot cleared his throat for a second and then moved forward. “I’m not exactly bored. I’m just trying to keep it lowkey, ya know? Water is very good for the body.”

After managing to track down her brother long enough to have something to eat and a drink, he had to run along to tend to whatever business he had to, and the brunette was forced to decide what she was going to do with the rest of the afternoon. Upon her decision, she concluded that first of all she was just going to get out of the bar, and see whether or not she was able to track down a good spot to possibly sketch at her surroundings. However, just as she was wondering through the crowd of people, she felt herself pulled into the embrace of a young man, her eyes closing suddenly as his lips crashed against her own in a surprising manner. Seconds later, her eyes opened to find herself greeted with a familiar face, his voice reassuring her this was nothing more than a ploy, or game, or whatever it was he needed it to be for that moment. “Sure—” She began, contemplating where she was going to go with this request. “You sure this was the only logical step to take?”

It was probably weird of him to be kissing random people in the street, but he didn’t care. Considering his norm, it wasn’t weird to him. It probably was to other people, but he couldn’t change opinions. When he noticed it was Natalya that he had happened to kiss, he pulled away slightly. “Thanks,” he said as he looked over her shoulder to see the guy that had been following him walking away. He breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled at her. “I think it was the most logical. If you really think about it, there were few logical options. This was one of the few. I promise.”

“Yeah, about that…” Grace glanced over her shoulder to take another look at the waiter, leaning in, closer to Elliot. “I’m meaning to ask him if he was inspired by Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy. If the answer is yes, I might keep him.”

“Can you please go ask him that? That would bring me immense joy.”

“Oh you will never know.”

“Okay, this is me not asking then. I’ll just come with. I’ll make sure I bring you something for the hangover.”

[text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in (elliot)

[text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope.

[text]: He was so cute, it was a shame it didn’t work out. I loved his face and his penis (elliot)