𝙺𝚒𝚝 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

Full Name: Katherine Blair. Kennedy Nickname: Kit Age/Date of Birth: 29 / March 25 Gender: Female Occupation: Breaking News Reporter for the Chicago Tribune Place of Birth: Chicago, IL Zodiac: Aries Personality: ENFP The Campaigner Temperament: Sanguine[X] Hogwarts House: Gryffindor [X] Faceclaim: Elizabeth Lail Trigger Warnings:

“All I’m asking for in return is the pleasure of your company. But, if that’s too much, I’ll just take my ass and go.” Harrison had known Kit for as long as he could remember and she was just like a sister to him. He loved her to pieces. “Sounds like some pretty intense shit. Am I free to steal your time now? Or do you have other important shit you’ve gotta do?” It had been a hot minute since he’d seen Kit, and their catch ups were always a highlight. “I wouldn’t say that I’m stalking you, you just happen to be in my favourite place to get coffee and you also happen to be my favourite person to annoy. Plus, if I hadn’t brought you your coffee, you might never have got it. I did you a favour. But, not much. Hudson is with my mom, Harper is busy doing stuff. I’m bored.”

“But it’s such a nice ass!” Kit grinned playfully. Harry was pretty much like an older brother to her. Even with their age difference, she had practically shadowed his and her brother’s every move growing up, including jumping over fences and getting covered in mud much to her mother’s despair. The grown up version of them was not much different, which she appreciated, especially after living away for a few years. Nothing had changed. “Yes, God, please. Are you driving? I might just hide this thing in the truck of your car and not look at it again until Monday!” The blonde pushed her computer a bit farther away from her on the table but the sad part was, she may have to actually open it more than just a couple of times in the course of the weekend. “I do love this place, though, I think it was you who brought me here first after coming back from New York. Besides, they already have my order down to perfection so, I’m sticking to it... okay. Fine. Thank you, kind sir, for bringing my coffee. My favorite Bennet is at your mom’s and the love of your life is doing stuff—” She knew exactly what she was doing and even if she would play nice whenever Harry and Harper were actually in the same place together, Kit didn’t really hold back whenever she could tease them over it separately. “So does that mean we can go out and get you to have some fun, for a change? I can’t bring you to the bar for a drink because you’ll scare away all the cute guys and I don’t even have a lot of game to begin with so I don’t want to ruin that -- but how about, billiards? Or dancing? Oh, ice skating!:

x

“Oh, not at all. Just a coffee gremlin or something.” Michael laughed, although having said this joke aloud, he suddenly felt as though it were better suited for older folks’ social media pages. He shook his head. “Just didn’t want it to get cold. I know I’d want someone to save my coffee.” With that, he gave a serious nod as she spoke. “A hotspot, huh? I don’t think I could ever. I like still being able to go into rooms where there’s no signal, so when people call me, I can just not answer and say ‘oh, it’s a bad signal in here. Sorry.’“ He laughed genuinely, eyes crinkling up with warmth. “Ah, I was just talking to someone about that actually. I need to work on my marketable skills. Before we know it, we’ll just have little microchips in her head that tell us the time by the minute, and then no one will need some stuffy 30-something clockmaker anyway. So, waiting tables is moving to the top of the ‘future jobs list.’ Absolutely.” He raised his brow. “But whatever you’re working on must have been pretty groundbreaking, so I’m sure you’re safe. In this economy, right? That’s just a thing people say. I don’t actually know what that means.” 

“Wow. A dad joke!” Kit said, laughing nonetheless as she scrunched her face at the man who was so kind enough to bring her drink order to where she was sitting. She still felt a little silly for completely forgetting about her coffee or not having heard her name being called but it was also not the first --or the last-- time it happened. “I dare use that excuse with my editor and, believe me, King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette would’ve had it much better than I would!” She was good at her job but she still had to work her ass off to prove herself. Her name didn’t matter much and the business was heavily dominated by men, especially older men, who would find any excuse to undermine or patronize a young woman no matter her qualifications. Kit was exhausted but God forbid she’d hang up the gloves on this one. “Oh, wow! Are you a clockmaker? That’s so amazing! Listen, they say journalism is a dying art so I get it. I still think the world needs both of us so, let’s hang in there! How long have you been a clockmaker for?” It spiked the blonde’s interest because she was pretty sure she had never met a clockmaker before and Kit was always excited to learn new things or hear other people’s stories. She waved her hand in the air when he mentioned she might be working on something groundbreaking. “Honestly, who knows what that means. I think our economy is shit regardless of how good the stock market is doing but I did not study finance so who am I to say!”

Matt was used to people using the bakery for a work space, it was exactly why he set up the little nooks and corners to sit in. It made him happy to give people that space. When he walked up with a woman’s order - Kit she had said - he was happy to wait until she had finished her thought to give her her order. There was nothing worse than forgetting what you were thinking of when somebody disrupted you. “I just wanted to give you your order and make sure it was everything you wanted.”

Kit felt bad immediately after she realized that the drink in his hands was hers and she had totally and completely forgotten about her order long enough that he actually felt the need to bring it over. “I’m so, so sorry! I was just... finishing something for work and completely forgot!” It happened more often than she was proud to admit, nodding as she looked at the cup and took a sip, smiling immediately. “It’s perfect, yes! Thank you so much! Honestly, Starbucks has nothing on you when it comes to the holiday drinks. I can’t have enough of this and the problem is, I’m getting too hooked and it’ll just disappear in a couple of weeks and I’ll be heartbroken. Over coffee!”

Dark eyes rolled playfully at her friend’s demeanor when they were out at the bar, the woman raising her new bottle of beer towards the other when Kit did the same. Honestly it was nice having Kit in her life to help her let loose every now and then. Sure she could take the courtroom by storm when she was at work, but she wasn’t a super bold person outside of work unless otherwise provoked. In stepped Kit and she loved the blonde dearly for it. Both successful women taking on the world and she enjoyed comradery of it. A laugh escaped her as she nodded. “Of course, Mignonne, we can’t have people thinking you’re anywhere near as old as me, hmm?” She teased playfully. Frankly Dani didn’t fault Kit for dreading her birthday, Dani had too. And honestly for quite a few years her own mom had nagged her about tying the knot or getting involved with someone to bring grandkids into the world. Thankfully though, after explaining numerous times how being a demisexual worked, her mom lay off those topics, something the ADA greatly appreciated. Her friend’s pout at her empty glass drew another chuckle from the woman’s lips, Dani taking a long sip from her beer. “Really? Kit that’s great, I’m happy to hear that! You deserve a break for awhile, get a chance to actually rest for awhile. Though I have a feeling that you’re going to need it before the holidays start with your family.” She remembered hearing some about Kit’s family’s holiday activities, it reminded her a bit of what her family did too. If the funeral parties were any consolation for what the Christmas parties were like, it was always wild when she went back home. “I might have an idea where it’s going to go…” Dani teased with a playful grin. “That’s true, perks of having someone like you in my life. Yeah see, I’m definitely hoping it’d he Harper though she might not let us live it down either, if ya think about it. I’m debating if I’m going to go home to New Orleans this year, or if my family’s coming out here for the holidays. My plans are still pretty up in the air right now, hopefully they’ll be come more concrete soon.” She chuckled, shrugging as she sipped at her drink again.

Rusty wasn’t always in a very good mood after an hour of begrudgingly discussing his struggles. It was why he figured Wes was so determined to always be there. The banter between them in the car was usually sharp and sometimes a little harsh, but his friend took it with a smile. It meant a lot to him, and it was something he consistently felt grateful for. Not many people grounded themselves and stubbornly refused to budge when he petulantly pushed them away. Leaving his meeting, though, it wasn’t Wes waiting for him. It was somebody else he recognised, despite only meeting her once or twice. His expression brightening considerably, he laughed at Kit’s joke, exhaling a breath of smoke as he tapped ash from the cigarette he had sparked the moment he stepped outside. “An upgrade?” He teased. “Did Wes force you to do this? I’ve told him more than once that I’m good to walk if he can’t make it.”

“Oh, you really know how to win me over.” Kit beamed from her side of the car, tilting her head to get Rusty to join her with a chuckle. “He didn’t force me but... I did get him to agree to help me bring my Christmas tree to the apartment so it’s a win-win, really. I was actually not very far from here so it’s really not a big deal. I’m happy to do it. Besides, we get the chance to chat again!” It came with her job, she thought, not feeling too awkward around people even if she barely knew them. Kit had always had it a little easy to pick up a conversation with strangers. Her mother didn’t love it when she was a kid. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite or something before I dropped you off. On me.”

Harrison stood there, Kit’s drink in hand, waiting for her to lower her finger so he could speak. “Apparently you got so wrapped up in what you’re doing there that you didn’t hear that your drink was ready. I, being the kind of friend that I am, got it for you and have delivered it right to your table. If you think this service comes free of charge, you’ve got another thing coming.” He chuckled, putting the drink down on the table before taking a seat across from Kit. “What’re you working on?”

“Kind friends don’t ask for favors in return, Bennett!” Kit pursed her lips, an amused smile cracking through her features at the sight of the all too familiar detective. She still reached for the coffee eagerly, almost having entirely forgotten she had placed an order to begin with. He probably knew that, too. It happened often when she was distracted with work. “I just got a lead about this DOJ investigation on the potential bribery scheme... I had to send it before some other outlet broke it before us. But, with that done, I’m officially done for the day. Or. So. I. Hope.” It had been a very long day, too, but Kit rarely ever complained about her long hours to Harrison. After all, he was out there fighting crime while she just typed words into a computer. “What are you up to other than, you know, stalking me and all?”

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“Did you want this, or…? I’ve gotten a lot of coffee shop misspellings, but never this one.” Michael offered a smile, holding her cup and making something of a show of eyeing the name scribbled on it through his spectacles. “I’ve never been a waiter before either, but look at that. I think I’m pretty good.” This came as a good-natured joke, and he laughed genuinely, extending the coffee over. “Whatever you’re working on looks pretty important. But the wi-fi at the one the next block over is better. Pro tip. This one cuts out. Might mean the difference between saving the world and not.”

Kit had to squint for a moment before realizing the coffee in his hands was her order, laughing a little in spite of herself as she quickly nodded, reaching at the cup with both hands. “You’re an angel!” Her fingers wrapped the paper cup, humming giddily at its warmth and aroma. “Oof, yeah, the WiFi here sucks, but these blueberry muffins are worth all the pain! Besides, I carry this hotspot everywhere. My editor would kill me if I were to use bad WiFi as an excuse.” Kit let out a playful shudder at the thought, taking a sip from the coffee. “You should really consider waiting, though. Tips are you and you’ve earned yourself at least 25% right now. Life saver!”

“Ah, see, now that’s going to be my new defense as to why I suck. I like that, I’m going to have to use that next time.” Dani chuckled, smirking at her blonde friend. It wasn’t often that she broke out her old xbox to play at her house, but she did remember the all out battles she’d get into with her brothers when she was younger. Whenever she went back home, they tended to have a few tournaments for old times’ sake, with their children included. An amused fit of giggles fell from Dani’s lips at her friends attempt to convince the fellow patrons of the bar that she was younger than she was. Luckily for the blonde, Kit could pass as younger. “Riiight, right, 25. It’s why I keep you around, keeps me young.” She winked playfully, a smirk ghosting her lips as she took another sip from her beer bottle. She was sure that the blonde felt old, to be honest Dani had felt old for years before her own 30th birthday had loomed in front of her. To think she’d be 32 next year. Dani nearly choked on her drink at hearing the time the other got up. “Are you fuc—Kit, I’d just gotten to bed at 3am this morning. That’s madness.” Hearing her friend’s ideas of how their night would go had Dani laughing. “I’m hoping we lean towards the first option, because I’m not liking the idea of seeing ‘ADA gets thrown in the drunk tank’ as tomorrow’s headlines. I’m sure Harrison would get a kick out of it, but I wouldn’t.” She laughed again, waving the bartender over for a refill. “But next round is on me either way,”

Kit was just finishing editing a story she had to send on a deadline as she waited for her coffee. She had been so focused redacting that she had completely missed the many times her name was called by the barista or when someone approached her table with said drink. Before she even looked up, not wanting to forget her line, she lifted one hand with her index finger up, smiling with relief as she hit that send button. “There. Done. Sent. Sorry. I’m sorry. How can I help?” 

Kit was on her way home when she answered a call from her brother asking her for a favor. Even though she had met Rusty once before over dinner, she still felt a little weird showing up at his meeting. She was quick to identify Rusty once she pulled over, not quite killing the engine as she stepped out of her beemer. “Hey you! I’m your ride. I know. You were expecting some odd looking fella but nope, you got me! I hope you don’t mind!” Kit still smiled as she let her arms drop at her sides theatrically, tilting her head towards her car for Rusty to join.