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She nods her head. "There's a lot of that but it's always the same view and there's too many people." People were going places when they took the ferry and normally weren't the ones to take it to sit by the water so she found herself alone most of the time and that was cherished. Especially since she lived in a complex with paper thin walls where she could hear her neighbours cough, and then in a chaotic hospital otherwise. "The ride is a bonus. I find that too many people want to have conversations." Then she smiled. "This is fine, but sometimes you're just not in the mood, you know."

He wasn't the kind of man that craved the quiet of solitude. He found peace in chaos and what was more chaotic than a ferry ride where people buzzed with excitement of what laid ahead, or what they'd already experienced? "You're not wrong about that. I think I've had my fair share of unwarranted conversations, but sometimes it's not such a bad thing." He craved that too, basic human interaction without the threat of a law being tossed at someone's face, or an insult being tossed back at him. "Trust me, I'm not usually in the mood." It was either a work thing or his family driving him into a place of frustration, but in that moment? The only thing he felt was content. "Guess today is an exception."

"They swear it's a little bit of both." They'd met at the pier, after all--both the odd man out of their coupled up friend groups, thrown together as single riders, went up as strangers and came down as the early beginnings of something more. It was definitely a story, Delilah would give them that...she had her work cut out for her, but she'd never minded a little challenge.

"Plenty of other ways to catch a thrill. Pretty sure getting married is enough." It wasn't for him, but he'd heard the happily married stories of those and what it meant to stand at the altar in front of a group of people. Exchanging vows was thrilling enough and somehow they wanted more? Sounded like a planning job for the books.

Tallon had a love hate relationship with his job really. That what he was doing was work, he was medical intern. So it was a real job, he was a doctor but he was still leaning. It was at hospital too so that always made things busy and had the hours be extra long. You never knew what was going to happen, that you could have a plan and a surgery set. But something in the city could happen and change everything. Tallon did love when he had his plans, like most he did love performing surgery. It was something that did take a lot of mind , and skills and took hours to do. So he had to love it and wanted to do it as much as he could. But more the planned ones, so he had time to be ready for them.

It was in his nature to overthink absolutely everything. Whether it was his thoughts on how dinner had gone with his parents, or how the upcoming trial he'd been assigned the lead to was waring them thin, there was always something circling his mind. He took precautions to prevent a burnout, but nothing seemed to work quite as well as he wanted. Even sneaking into shows played by his little brother only offered a fraction of reprieve. Perhaps he'd put too much into being the son his father wanted and not enough into what he wanted for himself. It was a bit late to be figuring out something like that and truth by told, he didn't have the heart to place the blame on anyone but himself. He'd picked this path, no one had forced his hand.

Hospital life could be a little bit to much at times. He could handle it all normally and was used to working on little or no sleep most days. He was well used too it by now and really lived off of no sleep. But today was hard another long shift that never seemed to end. With one crazy thing happening after another. He had times he thought he had be on one of the tv medical dramas with how wild it could be. It started off fine and normal but it kept going. Nothing really that crazy like lot of people hurt or anything. It was just a lot of people being foolish for the most part.

His day was consumed by work, just as it usually was. His newest task was more of an errand boy kind of run, but when asked, or better yet told, he made no complaints. After all, how could he? This was the game he needed to play in order to keep moving up the ladder and eventually, he'd get to where he wanted to be. So, like any good employee would, he jumped through every hoop and in the end, got the answer that anyone could have gotten if they tried hard enough. A medical report would be faxed to the King County Prosecutor's office by the end of day and if it wasn't, he'd have to make another trip on his own time in order to make good on the request his boss had made.

"Ten minutes?" Zero whistled with amusement, somewhat surprised and impressed by the man's guess. He thought he might have taken it slow and easy—opted for a shorter time to save him from burning a hole in his wallet. Zero was a stranger to him, after all. Why would he want to commit to buying a stranger his drinks for the rest of the night? "Okay," Zero said, nodding. "Ten it is." He could play ball too, if that's how his consort wanted to play it.

Fifteen seemed too long, five too short, so ten was somewhere in between. His wallet should have ached at the thought of every round in between his guess and the actual time, but it wasn't like he was strapped on funds. The most he ever treated himself with were drinks and the occasional five star restaurant that always left him wishing he'd gone to a takeout place instead. "I figured he'll see us soon enough, but too soon." No, because that would be too easy and if it were easy, there would have been no need for a bet in the first place.

His attention is suddenly drawn away from his computer screen as he spots an unfamiliar man standing before him with an air of urgency. When he asks for Cemile, his curiosity gets the best of him. Who is this man and what does he want with his ex-wife? Without hesitation,

He wasn't there to make small talk, not even for the sake of playing friendly. All he wanted was his watch and if she was there, what was the point in taking the long way around? "Pleasure, Levi. I'm Ezekiel, some people call me Zeke." Cemile called him plenty of things, but normally, his name didn't make the long list. "I'm not looking to interrupt her day, I just need my watch. Would you mind paging her or something? I would really appreciate it, Levi."

Gabi looks over at him and then smiles slightly. "I did enjoy it. There's a bit of sight seeing but you just sit by the water. At least that's what I like the most about it." She brought some snacks and a book. There wasn't any service so that was nice as well. "I do enjoy the boat ride there as much as I do getting of and walking the island but you might want to give it a try." She looks out at the water and smiles when the wind brushes past her. "It's a beautiful day to be on the water so you didn't go wrong either way."

The ferry ride to and from the island was the only amount of peace he ever found. It was the combination of crashing waves into the side of the metal and the warmth of the sun's rays beaming down on him that made the combative cool breeze worth it. "You just come to sit? You know, there's plenty of shoreside without the ferry ride over." Maybe one day he'd actually get off the ferry to explore the beauty everyone buzzed about. "I think I could sit here all day. Just go back and forth until they kicked me off."

"We could make a bet," Zero suggested with a shrug, casting him a sideways glance. "Make the wait a little more interesting." He peers down the bar, following the other man's gaze. The commotion at the other end of the bar makes Zero roll his eyes, frustration marring his features. This is why they were waiting, because some bartender had spent too much time watching Bartok videos and considered himself an entertainer? He gives a frustrated shake of his head, turning away from the circus show at the other end of the bar.

Despite being a calculated man, he wasn't above a little risk for the reward of amusement. Smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, light hues scanning over the bar top before his gaze settled back on the other. What was it going to hurt? It wasn't as if he were getting entertainment. "Sure. I'll humor you." Whatever there was to lose, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, especially financially.

"Oh, I'm not looking for me." Delilah lowered her gaze from the top of the ferris wheel, attention turning to the man next to her. "I have a couple who's trying to get married at the top of one of these things, and I'm just trying to find out if that's even possible." With proper timing, a chat with the ride operator, maybe even the Seattle Historic Waterfront Association...she was almost positive she could make it work. "I, for one, definitely prefer both my feet," and her body with them, "planted firmly on the ground, thank you." A polite smile on her lips as she glanced back at the ride towering above them. "Is this some sort of exposure therapy for you? A little closer every time?"

Turns out, romance wasn't entirely dead after all. "Either they're thrill seekers, or they have the most romantic story known to man. Either way, sounds like you've got your work cut out for you." He offered a smile in her direction before his gaze inevitably shifted back towards the ferris wheel. Out of every place he'd want to tie the knot, one without a safe escape route didn't seem like much of an option. "Absolutely. I'd like to think it's for the best." His brother would have claimed his ears could keep him in flight if something so large ever came tumbling down, but all jokes aside, his fear was real. "Something like that. Not sure I'll ever actually give it a shot. It's the thought that counts though, right?"

"no wife and no girlfriend? how about a boyfriend?" she asked persistently with a smirk painted on her lips. "moms love random gifts like this. so yeah take it. i'm not gonna do anything with it but toss it. and in this new plant-friendly era that's a no no."

"No wife, no girlfriend, not even a pretty boyfriend. Just me, myself, and I." Anything more than that was an easy path to complications and with a career demanding as his own, he couldn't afford any of that. "Absolutely not. If your followers found out about that, it might be the end of your PR packages," he teased with an eye roll. "I'm sure my mother will enjoy this. If she doesn't, my sister might. Who knows, my brother might be the asshole who swipes it."

nate enjoyed the tourist places. it brought an air of new to his everyday. he had learned that seattle was the place he enjoyed planting roots in after his traveling years. his head popped up at the sound of his name, a name that he rarely used outside of campus. "Zeke, how are you man?" he asked with a nodd as he extended his hand out for a shake. "Yeah, of course. I would have thought you don't get weekends nowadays."

How was he? He was fine — by definition, of course. His career was thriving and all familial drama aside, there wasn't much to complain about. "Living the dream," he countered with a toothy grin and quiet hum of laughter that rattled his lungs. What did that even mean? Most often, it was a knee-jerk response, but Nate wasn't just another professional face. If anything, he was a friend. "Not usually, but I decided to take one for myself this week. Burnout is a real thing and I'm not trying to get there just yet."

archie paused, it wasn't necessarily a rough night as such -- more just, a night. "just one of those where, you need to take the edge off." is what he settled with. the man's arms folded across his chest as he waited alongside zeke; as much as he loved this coffee spot, he had every mind to find a new one that wasn't so chaotic first thing. "almond is like pish water," archie pointed out, "oat milk is the more tolerable out of all the non-dairy options but it still makes me feel sad." the man chuckled. "you got somewhere you need to be or you gonna sit in for a minute?" archie then asked as their coffees were finally brought over to the two of them.

He had more of those nights than he liked to admit. It was rare that he ever stepped foot into his place without needing something to take the edge off. "I have a lot of those. Can't say it's anything new to me." There were nights, more often than not, where he leaned on Cemile to fix that for him. There were other nights where he leaned a little too heavily on a bottle, but in the end, he managed. "I guess I never have to worry about you stealing my drink and if you do, you won't enjoy it." A quick look down at his cleared phone screen was a relief. No notifications meant no one needed him, and if no one needed him, he had time to himself. "It's your lucky day. I don't have anything on the schedule and no one's blowing up my phone needing something, so I've got some time to spare."

"There's probable cause to believe--oh my God." Thadd mimicked--admittedly, immaturely, eyes rolling as he huffed out a laugh that was anything but amused. "Do you ever turn off that asshole attorney voice of yours or is it like permanently stuck like that? Like, my God, dude, we get it, you're a lawyer...like you don't remind us every thirty fucking seconds."

If this weren't the norm coming from his younger brother, he might have actually mustered an ounce offense to the nonsense that so easily spewed from his mouth. "I worked hard to get where I am. I know you wouldn't know much about that though."

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He was almost certain he'd grabbed everything from her place before leaving, but clearly he hadn't. It was only after he'd gotten home that he'd realized his mistake. At the early hour of two in the morning, he hadn't cared much to go back. After all, his watch was something he could live without... at least until sunlight greeted him and every other person in Seattle.