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Suppose he wasn't as bad as what she'd been running from at the club, but it didn't change the fact that it'd been too easy for either one of them to fall into the usual pitfalls when it came to people getting to know him. They either didn't bother, or they regretted it other than a handful of people. She was relying on a friendship he'd developed with someone else and only proved to be the lesser of two evils at the time, which was fair enough. "Good, don't." It was enough to be said then, citing his own history was the reason that he struggled now more than ever to even figure his own shit out. He didn't need someone else white knighting him when he was barely above decent at this point.
Banks rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because most people look at me like a mistake that they'll regret in the morning which is exactly what you would do. So maybe I was the one that was hit in the head too many times," he replied with a shrug, eyes following her own gaze to the phone that hadn't gone off once since sitting there. "I hate this job." It was one that he'd thought about walking out on one too many times, but there wasn't a back up for him yet. Still, he moved the chair out enough that he was one step away from walking away this time and leave her alone. "You can stay as long as you need. It's not like there's anyone to kick you out aside from the asshole barista behind the counter," he gestured towards the empty counter behind them where he was supposed to be and would be again.
He didn't know what to say at this point, finding that everything was different and he couldn't keep up as many defenses as he normally would fall back on to keep others at a distance. Not when she'd admitted to things that he couldn't see working out for himself, only because of the past few years had been a different world for him. "Good talk."
Emily shot him a narrowed glance as he casually suggested she'd regret him. She shifted her gaze toward the counter, noticing it was just him working today. A quick scan of the café revealed a relatively slow business, perhaps indicating he wasn't in a rush to get back to work. She shrugged, her eyes returning to him. "Well, the asshole barista did give me a free coffee, so he's not that bad."
She pocketed her phone, rising from the table with a casual "Yeah, good talk." As she began to pass him, she halted, peering down at him still seated. "You know, this whole bad boy attitude, pushing people away when things get real—it's only cute for so long, Banks." Emily maintained eye contact for a beat. "And just so you know, I wouldn't wake up regretting you in the morning. I'd look at you the same way I always do." A mischievous smile played on her lips. "Like a mild annoyance that I simultaneously want to hit and kiss."
In a moment of spontaneity, Emily leaned down, the soft glow of the café lights casting a warm ambiance around them. Her fingers delicately traced the subtle contours of Banks' chin as she brought his face closer. The air was charged with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, and as their lips met, time seemed to suspend momentarily. The faint hum of the espresso machine and the distant playing of the cats formed a distant backdrop to this unexpected connection. It was a kiss that held the weight of unspoken words and lingering questions, a collision of emotions that left the air tinged with both surprise and anticipation.
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"Surprised? I look like a player to you...?" Noah asked the question as he leant his arms on the counter, his brows lifting very playfully. He was only teasing her and he was hardly surprised if she did think that, considering what he did and how much he got around town, constantly seeing different people. The fact he was usually up until 4am probably didn't help either. "If you think so, I'm not gonna argue," he mused lightly, reaching out for his fork to break a bit of the pie off. "I love apple pie, so you're in luck," he said with a simple nod. Then, as she headed off to deal with another customer, he kept his gaze on her, gentle smile crossing his features as he watched her work.
Emily leaned in toward Noah, a flirtatious glint in her eyes. "Looks can be deceiving, Noah. Take me, for instance. Do I seem as innocent as I look?" In reality, if anyone knew anything, they would say Emily was the heartbreaker in this situation. After tending to another customer's coffee needs, the bell chimed, signaling that Noah's fries were now ready. The blonde approached the window, extending her gratitude to the cook before presenting Noah with his plate. "Enjoy! Need anything else? Perhaps another round of coffee?"
"I wouldn't disbelieve everything people say about me," he spoke honestly, even if his tone was more muted than before at the other's words. Banks wasn't going to act like he was a good guy, but he wasn't actively looking for the trouble that he always wanted into and had disrupted his life for the past few years significantly. "Just because I didn't want something to happen to you, doesn't make me someone you should trust completely." Mostly because he couldn't trust himself or that he wouldn't snap again, even with the court mandated sessions to find a way to work through it without hurting someone again.
Though when she spoke about the night at the club, Banks glanced up again with a bit of a frown at the other's admission about how they'd felt that night. It had to be the alcohol. "You sure you weren't dropped on your head?" He shook his own, not believing again that they were looking at him like that or wanting something more from him than to use him and discard him. That's exactly how he'd felt which was all the more reason to put a distance between him and her, even if he could remember the way that she looked under the lights or the way her smile wasn't one that seemed to attempt to destroy him.
"I'm not saying that 'cause there's something wrong with you, but there must be something up if you.." He didn't know what she was thinking then or now, wanting to kiss him when she could barely stand the sight of him and he wasn't much better. They'd always been at each other's throats as he glanced over at her with a look of confusion because he didn't get it. Not entirely, because he couldn't deny that she wasn't easy on the eyes though it was often paired with a sharp tongue and enough words that would put him in his place. "You hate me." It was as much a question as a statement at this point, which was the only thing he could conclude. "I deserved to be made a fool."
Emily shrugged. "I never claimed to put all my trust in you, just maybe a tad more than the usual jerk at 303." Emily relied heavily on Nathaniel's judgment of people, and given his friendship with Banks, she figured Banks couldn't be all that bad. Even if she found his perpetual brooding—his constant frown and unyielding tension in his shoulders—annoying, she still believed Banks was a decent guy.
Emily scrutinized Banks as he absorbed the information about her desire to kiss him. Then, he repeated the same question he had asked her multiple times at the club that night. She rolled her eyes, laughing. "How many times are you going to ask me that, Banks? Last I checked, no, I wasn't dropped on my head." She furrowed her eyebrows, observing his disbelief. "Is it really that difficult for you to accept that people might actually want to?"
Emily leaned back in her chair with a sigh, shoulders lifting in a nonchalant shrug. "Banks, I don't hate you. Admittedly, my actions and words might not reflect that sentiment, but sometimes you make me want to..." She trailed off, opting for a more diplomatic expression. "I don't know, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy seeing you." She glanced down at her empty cup, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before meeting Banks' gaze again. "It's fine if you don't believe me. You can believe whatever you want about me, Banks, if that helps you." She checked her phone once more, finding no messages from her friend. Emily licked her lips, a subtle sign of her uncertainty. "I should probably go, though. Don't you have to get back to work?"
Banks lifted a shoulder and let it fall again, saying more with his body than words would ever be able to do him justice at this point. "Why wouldn't you think otherwise? I don't exactly scream good guy." Not when they'd crossed paths and she took him as the asshole calling someone a bitch, which wasn't a good thing in the first place, and then he ended up in prison for years afterwards. It was an easy assumption to make. An apology wasn't expected, but he didn't believe in much about himself because all he'd amounted to is a part time barista at a cafe where most of the staff hated him, cats included.
He dropped his head then, hiding a faint twist of his lips that she hadn't meant to make him look like anything except that she'd left him in the middle of a dance floor when he didn't dance and have to explain to the people he'd come with where their drinks went. "And that's where the confusion comes in again, 'cause you asked me for help but then take off the first chance that you get and leave me thinking the worst," he muttered with a shake of his head, not wanting to admit that he'd been worried for a moment. He'd known that she was tipsy and could only hope that she'd made it away safely, despite all the reservations to even care that much about someone who straight up hated his existence. "Worse than calling me a jackass? Hilarious."
Emily tilted her head, studying Banks for a moment in response to his question. Her nails tapped rhythmically on her coffee cup as she pondered his inquiry. "Initially, no," she admitted with a sigh, leaning a bit closer to Banks. "I shouldn't have assumed you weren't a decent person based on preconceived opinions from others." Meeting his gaze with sincerity, she continued, "Your actions, like taking care of me at the club, were clear examples of your true character. I shouldn't have let rumors cloud my judgment." She intertwined her fingers, looking down at them. "Plus, the fact that you're good friends with Nathaniel speaks volumes. I trust his judgment about most, if not all things, and if he thinks you're good, you've gotta be."
She let her hands fall into her lap with a frustrated sigh, lifting her gaze to the ceiling when Banks brought up her sudden departure once more. When he admitted he was worried for her, Emily was taken aback; she hadn't considered that Banks might have been concerned for her safety. She chuckled at the mention of her calling him a jackass, "Yeah, worse than that." Chewing on her lower lip, she pondered her next words, hoping to clear up the confusion. What could she say? She decided to go with the first thing that came to mind. "I left because, well, I wanted to kiss you on that dance floor."
Nervously playing with the strings on her jeans, particularly around the ripped knees, she continued, "I was looking at you, and the desire hit me, so I left before I could make myself look like a moron. I mean, why would you ever want to kiss me, right?" She nervously picked up her coffee, taking a final sip to distract herself. Although the urge to leave was strong, she remained in her seat.
"And yet you won't let me hang out with any of your hot friends. I see how it is. You boost the ego and then you cut it back down into bite sized pieces so that you keep me humble and alone." He grinned at his sister from his position, which might have looked upside down but he wasn't thinking too hard about it. "Or this is all about you telling yourself that you're hot. Sorry, Ems, but you're my baby sister. That's what registers first for me and always will," he joked with the other before he took another handful of popcorn. "Plus people can think I'm hot and that's good enough for me. What else do they need to know about me?"
Amused, Emily laughed heartily and playfully gazed up at the ceiling. "Chance, you see, the thing is, all my friends are hot," she declared with a mischievous glint in her eye. Turning onto her stomach, she peered at her brother and teasingly poked him in the cheek. "How am I supposed to keep that ego in check if I don't tear it down piece by piece?" With an eye roll, she continued, "That's exactly my point. Hot people should just make out with other people they find hot! You're the one who wanted someone to get to know you." Rising from the floor, she headed to her kitchen. "Need another drink? I'm making one."
Noah stifled a gentle laugh and then shook his head. "That would be none," he responded as his shoulders lifted in a shrug. Her little wink did bring another laugh from him, though, and he reached for his coffee, if only to hide his amusement behind the mug. "Okay, cool..." he answered her. "Makes my night more interesting." Because it really hadn't been anything to write home about so far when it came to anything other than Emily. Watching her as she headed off for pie, he let a breath go slowly; he'd met a lot of people since moving to Denver, but she'd always been one of the most interesting to him. "Do I get to know what it is?" he questioned her with a smile after uttering a gentle 'thank you'.
"I'm surprised," she admitted genuinely, her eyes reflecting a mild astonishment. It wasn't that she expected Noah to be the type to attract attention from other girls at different diners, but with a face like his and a smile to die for, who wouldn't be tempted to strike up a conversation? "Aren't I a lucky girl, then?" she quipped, taking another sip of her coffee as she placed a tempting slice of apple pie in front of Noah. "It's apple! Today's special. I hope you're a fan of apple pie." She arched her eyebrows, silently inquiring if he had a preference. Just then, another patron sought her attention. "I'll be right back with your fries. Excuse me," she said with a sweet smile, gracefully moving toward the other customer, her ears tuned for the familiar ring of the bell signaling Noah's order was ready.
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Banks shot her an incredulous look, trying to remember the conversation when she thought that he'd called her a bitch and couldn't remember who he was talking about. But it hadn't been her. "Whatever you might think, I wasn't talking about you. Not that I've proven that you can believe me about this or anything, but I didn't even know you then. I wouldn't have said that, not then, not now." Not that either one of them had been any better going forward from that moment, when he was sure that he'd somehow stepped into a hornet's nest when it came to Emily. Even now, he wasn't half sure that she wouldn't throw a drink in his face if he said the wrong thing. Or that he wouldn't lose his temper again.
"So instead you made me look like the idiot." Banks shook his head, hearing the other's explanation but it wasn't enough to change the fact that he wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to understand her. Not really. "It's whatever. You don't owe me an explanation or anything about that night." Because he wasn't sure that it would change the way things were between them, how she could barely stand the sight of him but then that night was etched into his memory and left him feeling unsettled in a way. "Nothing happened for you be embarrassed about." And nothing happened to her at all.
As Banks reassured her that he wasn't talking about her and would never say something like that about her, Emily's world began to crumble. After all this time, she had been mistaken, and he hadn't been referring to her? A flush crept up her cheeks and the tips of her ears, leaving her feeling foolish as she sat across from him. What could she even say at this point? An apology seemed inadequate, but it was all she had. Emily looked at him with sincerity. "I'm sorry, Banks, for assuming you would."
"I didn't mean to make you look like anything," she said with a humorless laugh, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I didn't think you would care that I ran off anyway. You didn't seem to want to be near me at that point." Emily hadn't thought too far ahead about the consequences of leaving Banks because, in all honesty, she didn't think there would be any. "That's because I left before I could embarrass myself," her gaze fell on him, lingering for a moment on his lips before she looked away. "I was pretty tipsy at that point, and knowing me, I would have done something to make it even worse between us."
"Oh thank you. Honestly he comes up with the wild ideas I just try my best to make it a reality." She said with a laugh. Charlie always loved how creative Cooper was, knowing that he very much didn't get it from her side. "See that's part of the problem. There's millions of things that could work but I always want to find the perfect thing to make that Christmas core memory you know?" She sighed even thinking about the planning she needed to get started for everyone on her list. But when Emily talked about the updates in her life Charlie became very excited for her. "Hey that is amazing! Oh I'm so glad for you! Are we talking Hello Fresh or Bombas socks? I swear I feel like I can't go anywhere without seeing those ads."
"You're doing a fantastic job, Charlie. Don't stress about it." Emily gazed at Charlie affectionately. Despite Chance and Charlie not being together anymore, Emily considered her a sister. Even when the two were a couple, Emily fondly recalled crashing their dates, becoming the happy third wheel whenever she wanted to hang out with them. Listening to Charlie's concerns, Emily nodded understandingly. "You know, it's not the presents that make the memories. It's the little things, like baking cookies or having hot chocolate on Christmas Eve while waiting up for Santa." Fond memories of her own Christmas traditions with her family flashed through Emily's mind. "I can barely remember what Mom and Dad got me, but I treasure the traditions."
Emily chuckled when Charlie mentioned the overused ads on Twitch. "Ah, the joys of Hello Fresh. Apologies in advance if you have to endure one more ad about it when you watch my stream."
