new romantics

“ okay, so— i’m choosing not to think it’s weird that my mediterranean archaeology ta gave me this little ass bottle of inexplicably czech vodka; i can’t even read the bottle, i’m afraid to even try it and i need someone to do this with me for moral support. takers? ”

“Czech vodka...” Margo repeated as she thought about his offer, a small smile curling the corners of her lips. “Hmmm, hell yes you’ve got a taker!” A laugh passed her lips as she nodded her head. “Whatever happens, we’re in this together, Luke.”

she wasn’t sure why she was so surprised to see margo at the cafe. after all, just because she’d been the one to introduce her to the place hadn’t meant the other would stop going. she couldn’t lay claim to the place, especially not when she hadn’t lived in the town all her life like margo had. and it wasn’t even like she could say that she hated margo, because she certainly didn’t. she had no reason to, and she never would, even if they hadn’t ended on the best of terms. but she knew she could be blamed for that just as much as her ex could. by the time it processed that margo had spoken, she was certain she’d been standing there in silence for too long, eyes blank as she wrapped her arms around herself. a part of her wanted to run and never look back, but that wasn’t going to happen, not when she had already paid, not when there wasn’t even a quick path out of here. so instead, she sucked in a breath and smiled softly, hoping it seemed genuine. (  because it kind of was. there was always a part of her that would be happy to see margo. ) “hey, margo. how, um, how are you?”

“i’m good, yeah, a little surprised although I don’t know why-- this is your favorite coffee shop.” margo laughed, awkwardly at that. she shuffled her laptop bag from shoulder to shoulder, running her hands through her hair that was previously trapped under said strap. “good surprised, though.” she once again had no idea why she felt the need to clarify but the one thing she did know was that she wanted to let her ex know it wasn’t a bad surprise. at least not for her. “how are you doing?”

(unsent) mari: i shouldn't have sent that i wish i could've meant it

mari: that definitely works for me. i can't remember the last time i willingly woke up before noon anyway lol

Sipping the drink in his hand, Connor was holding onto Abigail’s with the other. She was the one to spot Margo first. He felt her tugging on his hand for his attention, forcing Connor to look over and meet the girls gaze. “Margo!” He began to grin, moving away from the crowd to meet her.

A huge grin grew on her lips as she saw Abigail, giving her a bit of a more exaggerated wave, probably making her look a little silly but she didn’t care. “Hey, guys! Abigail, you’re looking very cute today, as always of course.” Margo nodded her head before moving her attention back to Connor. “Happy Everwood’s first Pride!”

“Apparently little kids start to cry when you throw their ice cream cone on the ground because they try to bury you in sand at the beach. Oops?”

“Wait, like seriously? Shit dude, that’s insane!” Margo let out an awkward chuckle, she didn’t know if she was amused, or horrified that someone could do that but she knew for a fact that she was a little shocked by it. “I guess it was deserved but wow, that’s ballsy. Hopefully the mother wasn’t around to make it all your fault.”

“Nah, I didn’t walk. Too busy handing these out,” he said with a smile, gesturing to his backpack full of small pride flags. “I don’t really know who I would’ve walked with anyway, but I enjoyed it. I was gonna check out what’s going on with the music festival?” He shouldered his bag, picking one flag to hold out to her.

Margo looked down at the backpack that he had been motioning to, a slight nod of her head as she acknowledged his reason for not walking, which was a very good reason at that. “Hey, next time-- you’ve got me to walk with if you want to walk! I was to, I saw who they got to entertain and I’ve got to say, I’m fairly excited about it.” She grinned as she took the pride flag from her friend, waving it around a little.