come as you are.

  ( terribly sorry, for he has had a staring   problem for quite a while now - words    mean nothing, actions do. )

                    {That question was one she was asked often.                      Being from France, it was expected she was                      trying to escape.}

           { A soft smile spread through Aidan’s lips as heard the woman speak and he slowly turned upwards to face her. } 

"Yes," He turned down to the papers once again just to verify. "But since you’re here, and I really don’t have anything to do. I could see you now if you want."

                  { Winnie gave off a smile-- a real one. Not one of the fake reassuring ones that she had been giving for months now. }

"Oh, yes, alright," she gave off another one of those smiles and she sat in one of the chairs he had in the room, crossing her legs and setting her purse at her feet. "Winnie Bray, pleasure."

Jeremy was staring blankly at the bar in front of him. His eyes tracing along the grains in the wood as he occasionally reached over to take a sip from his glass. He was focused on nothing besides keeping Tessa out of his mind.

He had been like this the past few nights. Showing up at the bar at almost the exact time, taking the same seat at the far end of the bar and ordering the same drink. It was boring of him. Uncharacteristically boring. And he hated it. Jeremy hated it more than anything. He just didn’t seem to be able to get out of this rut he had fallen into. 

Sam often could be spotted at this bar. Whether she was out for girls night, or seducing a guy in the corner... This place was hers. She was a commoner. Meaning, that she had seen this guy sitting out the counter every night, moping about and sipping on some different drink every night. For Sam, it was getting quite old.

            { A slight smirk played at her lips. Silly boy, }

          { His eyes were fully set down on the papers as he heard the door open up, and he wasn’t intending to look up. }

   ”I think you mixed up your appointment, but you might come back tomorrow if it’s not too serious. Either way, mind telling me who recommended you?”

         { Winnie wasn't quite sure that this was necessary... It had been months since Simon had passed. But still, she held paper work in her hand and walked tentatively into the room. }

"Ah," Winnie pressed her hand to her forehead. "I must have messed up the date, I'm sorry. Johanna Bray? My mother..."

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