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seanoretlannā:
Sean merely raised an eyebrow at her coughing, opting to let her sort herself out while he skewered a few chunks of chicken with his chopstick rather than using it as it was intended. She put too much focus into the minute details of this, of a lot of things, but that came with the territory of her life. Nadia craved the public eye which meant her entire life was under scrutiny from every angle.Ā
How familiar would he be with that mentality had he grown up as had been intended?Ā
As his thoughts tangentially brushed against Nickel-related ones, Sean forced himself to keep chewing his food rather than simply grinding it into mush between his jaws. Heād rather skewer one of the changelingās eyeballs, or both, with a chopstick than pieces of meat. Unfortunately, Sean could only make do with what he had in his hands.Ā
āThirty isnāt old as fuckĀ except in your profession,ā Sean pointed out for the sake of doing so rather than to start a debate. Growing up with fey had taught him that old was, at minimum, two centuries - not thirty. But then, that was if you were a fey. He wasnāt. Thirty for a Player wasnāt old, but it wasnāt the same as twenty-one. And while scholars and doctors and whatnot could say that the thirties were humans in their prime, it didnāt make him any less concerned about his own standing. He tried not to let his thoughts get pulled down that rabbit hole, knowing that if he did his concerns would only bloom into fresh anger over the fact that Lacha wouldnāt let him do what heād trained his whole life for. āWhatever you wanna bring⦠itās up to you. You know how much space weāre working with so if thereās something you really want, weāll figure out how to make it fit.ā He set his food aside to take a quick drink of vitamin water before continuing. āExcept for the majority of your closet. You talk to Frost?ā
She waved a hand dismissively. Nadia was her profession, end of story, and she was speeding out of control toward a finish line that she never wanted to cross. When someone asked what she did for a living, she told them Iām a modelĀ with the same pride another person might say Iām a doctor. Sheād spent half her life now as a working model and would happily do it the rest of her life if she could just figure out howĀ to make that happen.Ā
āYou need to give me at least a little input, Sean,ā she insisted.Ā āOtherwise itās me invading your space with my shit and in two months youāll resent me and Iāll be looking for another new place.ā It was an exaggerated prediction, but sheād seen similar things happen to her friends when theyād moved in with a significant other. Was he her significant other? They hadnāt really landed on an answer to that.Ā
The question brought to mind another issue that needed to be mentioned.Ā āI realize I just requested you not bring anyone to the apartment for a hook up, but where do we stand on dates?ā she asked,Ā āBecause I agreed to go to a fancy party with a guy when he beat me at pool. I suppose I could cancel, but it might be a good networking opportunity. Heās the son of a senator, after all.āĀ
Ā Ā forcstfireā:
āMarigold.ā The name rolled off his tongue easily, one that was familiar as she had become a close friend, but strange with this added layer on top. Because yes - while divorce was an option, calling off the wedding with a mutual parting - they couldnāt just go back to what theyād once been. At least, Forest doubted he could.Ā āSheās actually uhā¦probably one of your biggest fans. Iād like to introduce youā¦both so she can fan girl over you and becauseā¦ā he hesitates before continuing on,Ā ābecause if this is something thatās going to stick, I want you to know her. I want her to know you.āĀ
It had never been about keeping Nadia out of his life. He wanted her in it more than anything. It had only ever been about keeping her safe, keeping her from getting sucked into the world of the fey, too. But heād made her a target to the Unseelie the moment he signed his name for the Seelie, and heād pushed her closer to them the more he tried to keep her away. He just had to hope that Nadia could fend for herself at this point - because he couldnāt keep her safe.Ā
At her question he heaved a breath before his shoulders lifted in a small shrug.Ā āYes, no more secrets.āĀ
Marigold. She repeated the name in her mind but it didnāt conjure up an image of a person, just an orange-y yellow flower. The fact that her new sister-in-law was a fan did help soften her attitude just a bit, but Nadia still felt wary.Ā āDo you want it to stick?ā she asked.Ā
Heād said he wasnāt sure what to do but in her mind it felt pretty obvious -- if sheād been tricked into getting married she didnāt think itād matter who her husband was, sheād want to end it. Oh, sure, she joked about wanting to marry Chris Hemsworthās arms or some other celebrity for their looks and fame, but it wasnāt real. Nadia did want to meet Marigold, though. She wanted to meet anyone who might be able to provide more insight into what the hell was going on.Ā Ā
No more secrets. Did he mean it? Please mean it. Part of her wanted to drop the glamour, to show him why she hadnāt backed down, why she refused to stay away from people he cautioned her against but she wanted him to go first. Selfish? Perhaps. But Nadia thought it more along the lines of self preservation. āOkay, no more secrets.ā She stared expectantly, waiting for him to give her some honesty.Ā
benji-daltonā:
He laughed.Ā āWell, I wouldnāt necessarily go with the word accosted, but sure.ā
Buying names and guest lists⦠sounds⦠yupācultish. He winced again, though mildly.Ā āOh goody. Does this mean I am now going to be a name on some list theyāre going to sell around? Am I going to start getting hail satan shit in my mailbox?āĀ
Honestly, he was usually so busy with school and his own, you know,Ā normalĀ life, that he didnāt pay much attention to the various groups and events and communities within the cityāunderground and otherwise. But he was aware there were plenty. Sometimes, he purposely turned a blind eyeātoo exhausted or perhaps apathetic to inquire for more information. He had his prioritiesāand cults and new age religions werenāt among them.Ā
āYour brother? What do you mean? What about him?ā
Nadia grinned and shook her head, patting his arm reassuringly.Ā āNo no, nothing like that. Just invitations to hail satan next Saturday at an obscure Irish bookstore,ā she teased. She hadnāt actually seen anything remotely satanic at the first event, just odd and a bit new age-y. More than likely Benji wouldnāt return to an event like this -- it didnāt strike her as his style.Ā
It had probably been a mistake to mention her brother but it was almost a relief to talk to someone who didnāt know either Forest or Kevin. Nadia shrugged, acting as though it wasnāt important, and answered,Ā āHe got mixed up in some pagan stuff...Got in over his head, I think, and ended up disappearing for a while. Missed some really important family stuff. Iām just trying to understand the draw, you know?āĀ
malaicitā:
Malachite often spent nights out in the Rookery, basking in the clientele. He was always excellent at making friends, rooting out prospective new clients, pointing them at his Runners. Every now and then, he dabbled in some experimentation, though only with the regularsāthe fey who knew him well. He was always careful not to tax his friendships or cross the line with his talents. He couldnāt risk another slip or a coma.
Tonight, though, he was trapped in the Back Room. Forced to go over numbers, papers, ideas. Racking his brain for creativity when inspiration wasnāt coming to him. It was difficult to stay in a positive mental space, especially when his work space was being interrupted by Runners. Of course he assumed the person rapping on his door was a feyāwho else would bother to interrupt him?Ā āItās open,ā Malachite called irritably from Galeās chair at the desk.
Nadia took that as an invitation and pushed open the door, striding inside and letting it close behind her. The room wasnāt exactly what she was expecting. Sheād pictured something closer to a mad scientistās lair than an accountantās office and was mildly disappointed. Regardless, she had a mission and by god this man was going to explain himself.Ā
āSorry for intruding,ā she lied,Ā āBut Iām looking for Frostās boss. Is that you? I feel Iāve been more than patient and accommodating, but certain promises were made and I expect them to be kept. Since she is not capable of doing that I thought it better to speak to someone who might actually have control. After all, blaming her is a bit like blaming a waitress for an overcooked steak when theyāre not the ones at the grill.āĀ

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ofrosetintsā:
āOh.ā Kaitlin was beginning to think that approaching Nadia had been somewhere between a bad and a terrible idea. Feeling foolish, she blushed slightly, hoping that the darkness hid her redness from Nadia. Obviously. Kaitlin played that word over and over in her head. As if the tattered state of the siblings was something she should have known. And of course, she hadā¦to a certain extent. But not to the one that Nadia implied.Ā āSorry I thought that - I thought youād met her.ā
Human traditions were her foil from time to time. But introducing your bride to your family was one of them, wasnāt it? Unless Kevin didnāt see her as family anymore.Ā āIāll - um - pass along the message?ā She wasnāt sure if she could deliver it with a straight face, or a touch of sympathy on Kevinās part. He hadā¦endured a lot over these past few months. Unimaginable things.Ā āNo no - thereās no emergency. I saw him earlier today actually in tra -Ā ā managing to cut herself off before she revealed anything, Kaitlin brushed past it.Ā ā- Just figured Iād say hi. Thatās all.ā
Part of Nadia began to feel a bit guilty for the girl standing in front of her, stammering. It wasnāt her fault Forest had neglected to introduce her to his wife and she seemed to think Nadia was serious when she instructed her to carry on her message to Forest. Did she really think she wanted a stranger meddling in their family affairs? Another possibility dawned on her then -- maybe the girl was a fan and had thought to come off as less creepy by indicating that she knew her brother.Ā
āDonāt worry about it,ā Nadia said, taking pity on the other woman and offering her an out.Ā āIāll tell him myself the next time I see him.ā She probably wouldnāt, but that didnāt matter.Ā āForgive me for being rude, itās a little bit of a touchy subject, Iām afraid, but thatās not your fault. You are..?ā She let the question drag, waiting for the woman to introduce herself.Ā
goldmaliceā:
Adareās enjoyment of humans expanded to no end. The way they flitted about their short, meaningless lives trying to find some sort of meaning in them. The way they considered themselves to be the pinnacle of creation, the top of the food chain, the apex. He liked when they felt bold, when they played crafty and coy. Some of them were, many of them were amateurs. āMichael,ā was the name he offered with a warm smile that crinkled the corners of his almost unnaturally colored eyes. She had, after all, asked for someoneāsĀ name. Right about now, there was a Michael having a very unpleasant conversation with Ember somewhere in the city. Using his name amused Adare.Ā āWhich do you prefer? Nadia or Miss Ives?ā Forest had mentioned his sister before and, beyond that, Adare always did his research. It helped, too, that she was a supermodel with a well known name. He figured the recognition would flatter her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. He didnāt strike her as a Michael; the name seemed too mundane for him somehow. His parents had clearly lacked vision or imagination or both. Of course, as soon as he said her name her expression grew warmer. Lately sheād been feeling as though she was slipping, losing the publicās interest and their eye and therefore losing her career. Becoming irrelevant was one of her greatest fears.Ā āNadia is fine,ā she said with a warm smile, meant to dazzle and yet still look humble.Ā āI guess that means I donāt need to introduce myself, but itās still nice to meet you.āĀ
whyvetteā:
āWellāwhoās to say they canāt?ā Yvette hunched her shoulders, pulling a face. It was exhaustingāchasing down leads, only to find out the information was already old, following clues, only to hit dead ends and brick walls. She understood that this was actually the nature of acquiring knowledgeāevery week, it seemed, a new article was published disproving or discrediting what had been considered a foundation of psychology. Being wrong was more common than being right; you had to work for good information.Ā
But it was dispiriting. She envisioned herself laying down on the courtyard and just staying there until things made sense.
āNinety-nine ⦠I wonder why itās so expensiveācould the shortage have to do with the grass, maybe? I sawāwell, I witnessed a ⦠a loss of glamour, I suppose, in connection to physical contact with the grass. It would have been the eighteenth of June.āĀ
Ten years to the day. Sheād remember the date in her sleepāespecially in her sleep.
āAbout a month later, I could confirm thatāthe person in questionāhad the ability again ⦠it was a fairly dramatic difference. But if it returned earlier than that, I couldnāt say.ā Yvette pressed her lips together, momentarily distracted by a stray notion.Ā āI wonder why they donāt experience hunger? Orārather, why do we? And what connection do the rocks have to the grass ⦠they were all over Coney Island a few days agoāI donāt know, perhaps they still are. Do you know of any other elixirs that have a similar effect to ninety-nine? Have you used it before?āĀ Ā
āMaybe they can,ā she allowed. Money was nice, hell money was more than nice and she could use an influx to keep herself in ninety-nine, but it wasnāt the real point. It wasnāt her ultimate goal.Ā āGod only knows what theyāre capable of, really. Good and bad.āĀ
Nadia allowed herself to speculate along with Yvette, but the answer to whether or not the grass and the ninety-nine shortage were connected was far above her pay grade. She wasnāt a scientist or a scholar or a well reasoned thinker. While she hoped she didnāt truly match the stereotype of a dumb model, she also knew herself well enough to recognize that she was of average intelligence at best. If someone was going to figure it out, it probably wasnāt going to be her.Ā
āI donāt know,ā Nadia answered honestly.Ā āNone of it makes sense from a non-magical standpoint. And introducing magic makes anything possible, doesnāt it? The rules go out the window. If they said that there was an elixir that made it possible for people to fly, giving a big fuck youĀ to the laws of nature or whatever, would you doubt it?ā She sighed, shaking her head. Her words had to be chosen carefully. Not that she expected Yvette to blab her secret to everyone, but why risk it? āI donāt know of an elixir that makes you fly, by the way, and I donāt know of any that are similar to ninety-nine. I have used it, though -- please donāt tell the paparazzi. Itās...interesting.āĀ
There. Hopefully that was enough to make it seem like Nadia had only sampled the elixir, no that her life depended on the tiny bottles of golden liquid.Ā
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seanoretlannā:
Avoid.Ā That was another way to say heād just flat out never had the conversation before, not that he intended on offering up that information here and now. It wasnāt anything more than a weird anecdote to reinforce the notion that he hadnāt had a remotely normal upbringing. The fact that Nadia had, at least, taken the lead on this meant that Sean could eat a few bites of food without worrying over what to say or where to start because he could just go off of what she had to say.Ā
āSo weāre too old for theĀ āsock on the door knobā shtick, yeah?ā He asked, joking. Itād be one thing if his space was even remotely similar to hers, if there was an actual bedroom (or more than one) rather than what was essentially a continuous space flowing from one area to the next. If she was living with him, that ruled out the possibility of his having anyone else over to fuck out of common decency or courtesy or what-the-fuck-ever towards Nadia. But as for what they were, Sean wasnāt sure about that. Wasnāt sure he wanted to define it. Sheād essentially started there so⦠was that what she wanted?Ā āIf youāre living with me, there wonāt be any worry about you coming back to me fucking someone else. Iām an asshole, but not that much of one. As for the other shit? If you want to label it, then weāll label it, but I know youāre basically married to modeling and Iām married to what I do.ā
She nearly choked on her wine at the word marriedĀ even though heād used it in the only context she wanted to hear it in. Coughing once she cleared her throat and nodded.Ā āMarried to our work, yes. Iām not looking to be married to anything else, either. I donāt want to get married or have kids or any of that,ā Nadia assured him.Ā āThatās...way too much. I donāt need a label, but I am in the public eye to a certain extent? I tend to think of things from a pre-emptive PR standpoint and I donāt want to fumble if someone were to ask about things. Thatās how shit gets blown out of proportion and all of a sudden my face is on a tabloid with a badly photoshopped baby bump. Does that make sense? I donāt feel like Iām making sense. I did mention I was bad at this right?āĀ
Nadia took a deep breath to clear her head. She didnāt usually ramble or fumble for words but this was unexplored territory for her. In the past sheād had roommates, mostly other models, but sheād never lived with a guy she was seeing. Given what little she knew of Seanās history, she didnāt think heād ever lived with a woman in that context either.Ā
āForget that aspect for now, I can always speak to my agent if there needs to be anything official said about why Iām moving and all that. I still expect to be working and traveling as long as I possibly can and trying to branch out into other areas since Iām officially old as fuck. Iāve got a few acting auditions coming up. And I expect youāll still be as busy with your job and, uh, other...stuff. We should probably look around this place and figure out what furniture to bring to yours at some point, too.ā
goldmaliceā:
āWe could call it either, but both is always better, donāt you think?ā He winked as a playful expression slipped into place on his face. Setting the bottle aside briefly, Adare fetched two glasses and set them on the counter separating them. He poured two glasses each, not too much in either due to the extreme sweetness of this particularly old champagne as much as the rarity of it.Ā āWhat sort of conversation interests you?ā
Nadia accepted the glass of champagne with a soft word of thanks. She tended to avoid this casino given how likely it was sheād run into her brother but they were supposed to be on better terms now. And she had a feeling the people here might be able to tell her more about what was going on with her ever expanding world. Not that she intended to ask outright, of course. Her fingernail tapped against the stem of the glass and she shrugged.Ā āWith a stranger? Conversations tend to focus on shallow, networking bullshit if Iām being perfectly honest. Nature of the beast, Iām afraid. Now with friends the topics expand quite a bit. Of course, I generally prefer to know someoneās name before I consider them a friend.ā She smirked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for him to introduce herself.Ā

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benji-daltonā:
āGood,ā he replied, grinning.Ā āTy will appreciate that. Because if I ditched him at a freak show, I would no doubt never hear the end of it. And heās a bitĀ needy,ā he joked.Ā āNot that I can blame him for being a bit hungry for my attention.ā It was banter for the sake of banterābeing playfully arrogant because his mood was bright enough and light enough to call for it. But as the words rolled off his tongue, it gave him a momentās pause because he realized it sounded like something his brother would say. Somehow, the thought made him grin a bit to himself, before setting it aside. Sometimes they were more alike than they were different, than either of them gave credit.Ā
āNo, this is definitely⦠new. Honestly, I donāt know why heās even here. Itās not like heās been a⦠pagan fanatic or whatever, in any of the time Iāve known him. Iām not sure whatās up with him. He was pretty vagueābut I said Iād come because he seemed nervous about going alone and hell, what could I do? Heās my best friend. What about you? Have you been before? What brings you here exactly?ā
āYouāre calling him needy after I just accosted you on the street and demanded your company? He must be a real piece of work,ā she laughed. Despite the teasing, she could tell Benji was close to Tyler, that heād do anything for his friend and she appreciated that about him. It felt like the way she was with Larkspur. Though, they hadnāt seen much of each other lately.Ā
She couldnāt help but wonder it Tyler was vague because he didnāt really know what he was getting into or because he didĀ and still wanted Benji to come along.Ā āIāve been to one of their, uh, events? I guess they got my name off of a guest list for a different event -- they must have bought it or something to get all the names and addresses of the attendees. Need to speak to someone about the security of that prior event, honestly. Iād prefer for that not to happen again. But anyway, I got an invitation and it sounded intriguing so I went. Iām not really into pagan stuff either, but they were able to answer a few questions about what my brother might have been into which is why I stayed and why Iām going back.ā It was a longer, more honest explanation than sheād intended to provide but Benji was easy to talk to. It was no wonder Tyler wanted him along.
whyvetteā:
āYouāre not making it upāalchemy is, historically, the study of transmutationāparticularly of base metals to noble metals, the major example being lead to goldābut also, a quest, kinda, for an elixir of immortality or ultimate healing potion. There was a lot of mysticism attached. I donāt know if we take the notion of alchemy from them or they took it from us, to name something utterly separate that they are doing,ā Yvette said. A glamour. So she could do what Tiger had shown her? Would she? But more interesting than that was the notion that magic ability could be transmitted through the medium of an elixir, not just an emotion or brain state. Sheād have to revise her thinking, yet again.
āI think the casino is gold because the owner likes gold,ā Yvette added.Ā "Likeāa lot. Not that thatās bad! Itās just his quirk, I think. Whatās the number? Of that elixir?ā
āDamn, I was really hoping they could turn regular metal into gold. Thatād be a neat trick,ā Nadia said with a grin. An ultimate healing potion would actually be better for her, but it didnāt seem like that was a real thing. At least not in the way an elixir was. If it existed, they werenāt offering it to her. Or...well, they had said there was a way to fix her face forever. That weird quest that a few of them had mentioned, but it didnāt sound as simple as a potion.
Her stomach clenched at Yvetteās interest in the glamour, even if it was purely academic. The quantity was so limited, she didnāt need more competition for the little gold potions. āItās ninety-nine, the elixir. But I donāt think itās for sale anymore. Some sort of shortage or something.āĀ
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seanoretlannā:
Inviting Nadia to live with had been more a spur of the moment decision than one seriously thought out over time, but Sean hadnāt been lying when heād said the thought had crossed his mind before. Itād make whatever their relationship was more convenient, for starters, but thereād always been the underlying feeling that it wouldnāt be Nadia moving to his apartment, but his being asked to move in with her. Mostly due to the downsizing factor. That, or finding a new apartment altogether which would have likely required the conversation that they were about to have.Ā
Two months, give or take a few days, shy of turning thirty-one and this would be the first time that Sean had ever had aĀ ārelationshipā conversation. Whatever their relationship was anyways. Itād started purely physical and, for the most part, it still was. While heād always thought itād be unlikely that heād develop feelings for Nadia, especially considering how his interest in her had come more from causing Forest strife than anything else, heād still told him in the beginning that itād come second place to the fey. Being named Elite and winning Fidchell were the only things heād only been concerned with, and still were but⦠Sean had also come to the realization that even if he was ready for it, he wouldnāt get to play until Lacha let him.Ā
That was, likely, why Sean had let more of his attention and time slide to Nadia ever since June. Why heād offered his own place up to her so quickly.Ā
Getting to her apartment, to her floor, to her door and inside was something that Sean did now without really paying attention to what he was doing. Not quite second nature, but somewhere just south of it, Sean no longer thought about someone stopping him or if the door would be locked. āYou know you pour what youāre drinking into the glass, right?ā he joked after spotting the full glass of wine. Setting the bags of Chinese food down on the countertop, he pulled the containers of her food out and passed them to her before digging his own out. Far more than hers, but that was the price of his having to eat a certain way with all the training he did. Once theyād gotten settled, Sean opting to stand and lean against the countertops rather than sit, he spoke. āWhere do you want to start?ā
There were very few people in her life, especially right now, who Nadia trusted implicitly. Who she was comfortable allowing to just walk into her apartment, knowing they might catch her unglamoured. She could count their number on one hand. Sean was primary among those few. She glanced up when the door opened, shrugging at his comment about her wine.Ā
āItās easier than getting up to refill the glass.ā And wine would probably help ease some of the weirdness she was feeling. Usually when it was time to have the relationship talk it ended with her saying she wasnāt looking for anything serious, that her career was her focus. It still was, but that career might be ending if she didnāt do something about her scars.Ā
Sighing, Nadia took the food and made herself a plate. Her kitchen had a large window with a bench seat and sheād placed a small table in front of it to maximize the space. She tucked herself in the corner of the bench, leaving Sean to lean against the counter. Where to start...good question.Ā
āI guess we start by acknowledging that weāre not very good at the whole talking part,ā she said with a small shake of her head.Ā āI usually avoidĀ āthe talkā and I get the feeling you do too. So, thereās that. And then comes the part where we figure out what we are? I mean, are we live in fuck-buddies? Are we dating? Are we, uh, exclusive? Iāll admit, Iād rather not come home to you fucking someone else, thatād be awkward and I actually think Iād be jealous. But still, weāre not exactly a typical couple and we donāt need to be.āĀ
Text | NadiaĀ Ā» Frost
Frost: Yes, please, please give me any details you might feel like sharing š
Frost: Of course, I wouldn't deny a woman the right to her own clothes and shoes.
Nadia: We'll have a girls night with a lot of alcohol when I move half my wardrobe into your apartment.
Nadia: At least Sean said I could have the bigger closet
Text | NadiaĀ Ā» Frost
Frost: Once again, Sean shows that he's more than just a pretty face and is correct. I'm fine with that, it's not everyday you get to share a closet with a supermodel.
Nadia: Awesome. I'll get you more details when we figure things out
Nadia: You okay with giving me a key to your place so I can come visit my shoes?

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Text | NadiaĀ Ā» Frost
Frost: Anna Wintour would faint at the size of my closet. I just finished paying someone to expand it, as well.
Frost: Why?
Nadia: I'm downsizing my apartment and moving in with Sean...his closets aren't big enough for all my stuff. He thought maybe you'd be willing to house some of my clothes/shoes in exchange for being able to borrow them?
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When: September 11 Where: Nadiaās apartment Who: @seanoretlann
With her lease ending soon, Nadia had been giving serious consideration to what she was going to do. Yes, she made a decent amount of money modeling but that couldnāt last forever, especially if the shortage of 99 continued. Seanās offer to move in with him couldnāt have come at a better time. It might be a bit strange to downsize so significantly, especially when it came to her closet. Her master bedroom in her apartment currently had three closets but she knew she was spoiled in that regard.Ā
Moving in with Sean made sense both from a financial standpoint and for the two of them. Though, she was a bit nervous about discussing their relationship; part of her worried that it worked because they didnātĀ discuss it in depth. She supposed theyād find out soon enough.Ā
The doorman buzzed her apartment to let her know Sean was coming up -- sheād long ago let him know that he was allowed up without any need to stop him. She got out plates and utensils for the food and poured herself a generous glass of wine. The door was unlocked, she expected him to let himself in.