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Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, finally turning his attention fully to her. “Trespassing? Damn, guess I’m a criminal now,” he mused, shaking his head slightly. “Tough break, I guess.”
His gaze flicked briefly over the exhibit again, then back to the warden, his smirk fading. “Comfortable, huh?” He exhaled through his nose. “Yeah… suppose I am.”
There was a pause, just long enough to feel like he was debating whether to say more before he settled on keeping it simple. “Guess some places make it easy to forget the clock.” His tone was light but there was something else beneath it... something thoughtful maybe even a little distant.
He tilted his head slightly, studying the ladies features now. “So, do I get a final reprieve for good behavior or am I being officially escorted out the door?” Ethan knew he should just leave. It was late. The museum was closed and he wasn’t the type to push boundaries for the sake of it. And yet, here he was… lingering past closing time, subtly testing the patience of the woman in front of him. In that moment, he couldn’t ignore the contrast to his recent interactions with Senna... how different yet familiar this quiet push and pull felt.
Rolling her eyes at his further teasing, Haley knows not to say anything more lest it be encouraging, though clocks how he seems to lose steam asking about his comfort in the room in a way that only piques her curiosity. But she doesn’t pry, knowing people visit museums for different reasons. To be close to a loved one, to certain cultures or eras. All she’s glad for is that people actually get through the front doors. The issue is, clearly, those who hang around after closing.
She should be physically pushing this man out of the door. But finds herself also lingering. “Well, it depends on your intent for staying here. Nothing in this room would get you any decent monetary gain unless you know who to sell it to, so I doubt you're here on heist business.” She comments, though there’s something light in her tone that gives away she is teasing, slightly. “Some reprieve.” Haley decides after a moment. “But I’m staying here the entire time, and I want a name.”
As an owner and purveyor of wine India is a rather active host. Perhaps she'd always been something of a social butterfly but it wasn't until she'd truly made something and built it up from the ground up that she felt prideful in sharing to the point of being as gregarious as she was now. Learning the process and art of making wine, from growing the grapes on the vine to bottling a finishing taste, changed something within her. India had wanted to share that magic with the world. That the romanticized life was attainable.
Upon seeing one of her favorite regulars, a woman who's mind was even more beautiful than her face, she made her pleasantries with the patrons at the table she was currently visiting and noted the sulk on Haley's expression. It brought her over to hover sooner rather than later. "Want something a little stronger than the wine tonight? The bar has a selection of amazing cocktails that could likely burn off pesky thoughts faster than the wine you're glaring into." There was something light in her tone, a soft tease.
"Or," India took it upon herself to take up the seat across from Haley, "maybe it would help to get those thoughts out of your head. Too often we trap these negative things inside of us and they fester and grow." India lifted a finger signaling to her bartender to send a glass over to the table for her. "Plus it goes without saying—anything shared over wine stays with the wine."
“Two amazing options, and that’s why you're the host with the most.” Haley comments with a grin, the expression already feeling more genuine. There’s just something about India that’s utterly welcoming, it truly extends to The Vine. She feels an instinctive pull to trust the other woman, and maybe that’s why she finds herself leaning towards the second option.
“My husband is doing his surgical fellowship in Detroit, which obviously is not far from Woodside, I know a lot of other spouses of doctors who have worse deals,” She quickly inputs, because the issue isn’t distance. At least, physical distance. “He just came to mind when I was sitting here, because I know he’d like it here.” Not just the bar, but the town as a whole. Hank would uproot his entire life to make Haley happy, and that within itself was the problem.
She stares at the remnants of her glass, downing it before the bartender comes back with a fresh one, offering India a shrug. “I think I just feel a tad guilty, I suppose.” Which was a massive understatement, even if she doesn’t know quite how to expand further.
Given that they both needed to mingle more, Hazal was assuming that this was some sort of blessing in disguise — she was preventing the woman from closing up for the day, but they were neighbors who hadn't had a chance to become acquainted before, yet here they were. She smiled as Haley spoke up the idea of stopping by her place of business soon. "Oh, you absolutely should. Whenever you're free, you should let me know and I'll give you the grand tour. It truly is lovely, especially now that I'm reworking some things and adding some new pieces." She beamed, almost unable to stop herself from getting excited over it. She might not have been artistic herself, but being emerged in a world she genuinely enjoyed did manage to bring her quite a bit of joy.
While she'd been stuck on this one particular piece, Hazal was sure that she'd need to come back another day, preferably earlier, to get a look at everything now that she was so intrigued. "You should always have a favorite, or two, and I get it. This one is amazing." She stated with a nod. When Haley said she was a native but had just returned, she figured that explained her keeping to herself lately. "I'm sure some things have changed, and new faces have surfaced, so you've gotta get out more. That's what I'm trying to do, at least." She offered with a small smile. "I haven't met the boss yet, but I should probably get to know everyone who works here, and then vice versa. Us museum workers should be better acquainted."
The excitement is infectious, and Haley really can’t blame Hazal. When she first came back home to Woodside — and saw the amount of work left behind by her predecessor — she wasn’t undeterred, she was inspired. Perhaps it’s the willingness for the extra work that puts museum people aside from the regular folk, but regardless, she is finally just so happy to find someone like minded. “I hope it doesn’t sound too eager, but I’m literally free whenever.” She admits with a matching smile. Anything to avoid her personal issues, anyway.
Her eyes follow Hazal’s nod, and nods in both appreciation and agreement. “Yes, you should see this hall during peak hours, a lot of crowds around this part.” A piece that truly spoke to the people, she figures. “Yeah, it’s strange, when your childhood home just…grows up without you here. But you’re right, I absolutely need to get out more. What about you? Has Woodside always been your home? And if we can, we’ll arrange some sort of…museum playdate, so to speak.”
While Hazal was grateful that it was one of her neighbors who had found her instead of security, it was also better for the latter too. She didn't own up to being trouble for no reason, so security trying to escort her out would have turned into quite the circus, which she didn't need considering she was trying not to bring any negative attention on yet another museum. But the other woman didn't seem upset, so that was a good sign at least. Her mention of their shared living proximity seemed to shock the woman, or maybe it was the strange woman pointing out that she'd observed her near her home? Maybe she should have reconsidered mentioning that so suddenly?
But when the other woman responded and didn't seem spooked, she smiled at her, figuring meeting a random neighbor at the end of a long day probably wasn't the worst thing in the world. "Oh, don't worry. I've just been more observant lately since I'm trying to mingle a bit more." Hazal explained. After all, she hadn't befriended hardly anyone her first time in Woodside, so she was attempting to do better this go round. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Haley. I'm Hazal, current creative director over at the city museum. I'm definitely more into the other kind of art, but this is really intriguing too. I don't know why this is the first time I've ever been here, but..it's pretty amazing." She beamed. "And I'm so sorry, I know what it's like not being able to wrap up when it's time to close, but I just got...mesmerized, I suppose. Are you the boss around here too?"
Truthfully, Haley is aware that she needs to get herself out there. Since her own return to Woodside, her life has seemed to revolve around her parents, her work, and avoiding phone calls with her husband. Perhaps bumping into Hazal this way is a sign from the universe — if one were to believe in those sorts of things — to try and be more social, even lighting up as she speaks of her own work at the art museum.
“Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m sure they’d hold the same sentiments of welcoming you. I haven’t ventured to the other museum in a hot minute, maybe I’ll head over to your neck of the woods sometime.” Might have a valid reason now, if she’s one step toward making a new friend. “Yeah, this hall is one of my favorites, but I suppose I can’t show preference. Oh, no —,” She shakes her head at the assumption. “I’ve only been here a few months. Well, back. I grew up here.” She further elaborates. “But the boss around here seems like a pretty nice guy, from the few times I’ve met him.”

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Haley hates the dentist. Granted, she doesn’t know anyone who likes the dentist, so at least she feels less petulant and irrational as she hands back her patient intake form and waits near the reception desk, taking in the dental office. It’s all bright white walls and fluorescent lighting, where the chairs don’t seem to look that comfortable, but she supposes that it’s just a glimpse to the horror in one of the numbered rooms waiting for her. Her gaze fixes on the posters of an array of people with wide grins and perfect teeth, a chunk of text explaining what treatment they’ve been receiving for their Hollywood smiles, but it’s so uncanny she can’t stomach the sight for long, dropping it to observe the other waiting patients.
It’s surprisingly full, but perhaps the room is just deceptively smaller than she assumed. There's a couple of older people, a young teenager with tinny music coming from their oversized headphones — who knew kids used anything but AirPods these days — then her eyes land on him, and Haley suppresses a gasp just in time. Sat in a dental office here in Woodside, in a world of his own, is Dominic Ludlow. The boy — now clearly a man — who she last laid her eyes on the day Jonah hurled some insulting words at him before the two of them headed to California without him.
She turns back to the receptionist quickly, who tells her she can have a seat, and with heavy legs, wanders to the waiting area, frowning that the only seat seems to be directly next to him. Of course. Still, she sits down, gently murmuring a soft apology as her arms knocks his when she moves to get her phone out of her purse, but nothing else. Even if she knew what else to say, a dentist’s office seemed like the most inappropriate place for that conversation. If he even remembered her. Chance would be a fine thing and all that…
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Haley Liu moved back to Woodside to help her parents out. But she also has a life, she concedes, as her watch indicates 8pm when she checks it as she walks into the bar, and it’s officially been forty-hours since she last was in contact with them. Her mom will call her if anything urgent happens, the last week being more of the same old shit, honestly. Of course, she could go and sit in her apartment on her own, watching bad reruns of old TV shows as she goes through her work files. Or even FaceTime Hank, if she wants to feel extra depressed over everything.
No, the bar seems like the best place to be in her current mindset. It’s distracting enough she’s sure she can find something to keep her mind busy until she’s tipsy enough to go home and fall into a dreamless sleep. It’s also fun, to explore a nightlife of Woodside she wasn’t privy to in her own childhood. To work out what’s been here since before she was old enough to drink, and what’s a new and ‘hip’ place to be. The speakeasy seems to sway towards the latter, but a thought occurs to her as she takes a seat at the bar, nodding in greeting to the bartender. “For a speakeasy, awfully easy to walk in. I was expecting having to give a password at the door, or something.”
CLOSED with INDIA LIMA & HALEY LIU — the vine
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If pressed to state where Haley’s current favorite place was, she’d probably say The Vine. Since arriving back in town, she has found herself coming to the establishment at least once a week when things at home have been tough, or the work at the museum has been as gruelling as a bunch of artifacts that need cataloging, can be. Whether it be the ambience, the delectable small plates, or…honestly, it’s the wine on offer. Always the wine.
(And the delightful company in one India Lima, who she has grown quite fond of since making herself all but a regular patron at the bar).
She always thinks about how much Hank would enjoy the wine bar, which is the only negative about it, because she always feels a sense of guilt when thinking about the surgeon who is a perfectly good husband. If anything, Haley is the problem. She’s the one who’s taken a step back, rather than face shit head-on. She pouts at the realization, staring almost accusing into her glass, and glancing up when she feels eyes on her. The aforementioned delightful India Lima has made her way over, and Haley fixes her face as quickly as possible. “I promise, my pouting has nothing to do with you or the wine. Lovely as always. Just some pesky thoughts that haven't quite been drowned out yet.”
Josie walked through the quiet halls of the museum, admiring the art pieces as she strolled aimlessly, letting the silence calm her after the chaos of the past few days. She didn’t realize the museum had closed until she was approached by Haley. Josie offered a quick smile, then glanced down at her watch with a frown, her eyes widening. “Oh no... I didn’t realize it was already past closing time. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything. I was just enjoying the quiet myself.” Josie had been seeking new ways to decompress instead of retreating to her home right after work. The museum felt like the perfect space, and Josie had found a sense of calm settling within her. "I can’t believe I didn’t notice the time—it’s been one of those days, I guess." She smiled apologetically, hoping she wasn't making things awkward. "Are you finished with your workday? I was planning to grab a bite next door if you’re interested. I'm not quite ready to go home just yet."
As someone who often finds herself in her own head, Haley can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy as she seems to pull Josie out of her thoughts, glancing around at the pieces on display and making silent assumptions on if there was anything in particular that caught her attention. “I don’t blame you at all, I think that’s what drew me into the museum business.” She jokes, her initial tension at approaching a stranger in a dim hallway melting away now with the easy conversation. “Oh tell me about it, I feel like I’m slowly becoming the queen of one of those days.” Though really, it’s nothing to do with work, and a small part of her desperate to not return home always savours a grand mistake keeping her back late.
At the offer, she blinks in surprise, pausing for a second, before nodding. She’s not entirely sure she has anything in her fridge — substantial enough to make a meal out of anyway — and it’s not like her parents have been the best hosts, all things considered (not that she blames them, she never would) so really, her options of a nutritious, filling, and delicious meal are awfully low tonight, might as well have an enjoyable dinner with company. “That’d be lovely, thank you. I, uh, just need to finish something up.” The recent delivery is a quick afterthought, but she’s sure it can wait until morning, or someone else is willing to spend their evenings among the renowned company of fossils and ancient trinkets. “But I shouldn’t be long, it’s probably good to break me out of my habit of staying out too late.”
Ethan barely flicked his gaze away from the piece in front of him and rested his fingers resting lightly against the edge of his coat pocket. He hadn't meant to lose track of time—hadn't even realized he was the last one lingering—but then again, that was the problem with places like this. They pulled you in and made you forget everything else, just for a little while.
His eyes finally shifted toward her, taking in the polite but firm posture, the professionalism wrapped around something softr.... maybe an apology for having to be the one to usher him out.
“Three minutes, huh?” His voice was even and edged with quiet amusement. “Guess that means I’m officially loitering.”
He didn’t move just yet, casting one last glance at the display before exhaling and. shifting his weight slightly. “Didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” A pause. and the faintest trace of a smirk ghosting his lips. “Unless you’re secretly hoping I put up a fight about it," he joked.
The corners of her mouth twitch slightly, because being three minutes past closing did seem a ridiculous time to kick someone out, but all the same rules were rules. The last person Haley had in her life to coerce her into getting into any trouble at all was no longer in it — off doing god knows what with god knows who — and as she’s only just finding her feet as an adult returning to her childhood hometown, she doesn’t want to rock the boat too much.
"Trespassing is what some people would call it.” She responds in jest, raising an eyebrow at the other comment made. “Got me. This is how I want to spend my time, clearly.”
Though, he’s not exactly wrong. Whilst she’s sure she can waste her time with a multitude of activities and not necessarily needing to fight over something as mundane as closing hours, Haley does have a habit of filling her time with monotonous errands. Any excuse not to return home… “You seem quite comfortable here, I will say that,” She comments, nodding to the exhibit surrounding them. “So I do feel slightly bad, but then again, you got three extra minutes no one else got today.”

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Long days had never really been an issue for Hazal, yet that was starting to change now. With all of the changes she was making at the museum, she'd practically gotten herself swamped with responsibilities that she was now starting to regret. After hours of phone calls, placing and orchestrating a few orders, pleading with some of her connects to repay favors they owed her, the works. She was exhausted, and the second she found time to. make her escape, she packed up her bag and bolted out of there.
Even with this frigid weather, she needed something to help her unwind before she headed home, so she'd decided to venture over to one of the other museums in town just to have a look around. She needed to see someone else's creativity at work to distract her from her own whirlwind, so this was perfect. She knew she was cutting it close to closing, yet she didn't seem to care as she sauntered around. While science had only been something she admired in the realm of trying to explain witchcraft and whatnot, history had always been a crucial part of her life so she was quite fascinated with the collections. She was so busy ogling over one that she hadn't noticed the other patrons starting to leave as it was that time.
It wasn't until she heard the voice behind her that Hazal snapped back to reality, blushing just slightly as she spun around to face the woman. "Sorry, I spaced out for a minute there." She explained, giving the woman a sheepish smile. "This is my first time coming in here to check the place out, so I guess I underestimated how much time I had, and how much I'd find myself gawking." Why was she rambling to a woman who was clearly trying to close up? She didn't know, but as she studied the woman's features, she found herself quirking a brow. "I've seen you before, right? In the Heights? I believe that we're neighbors, or live somewhat close to one another?"
The other woman seems so invested in the pieces that Haley almost has half a mind to leave her there, and come and collect her once she is done with her own tasks, but stands there patiently as her words begin to register. A pang of guilt hits her in the gut as she matches the stranger’s sheepish smile with her own, hoping to convey some sort of reassurance that she’s not in trouble or anything, just giving her a heads up. “It’s okay…rather me find you up here than the security.” She teases, nodding as she explains her reasoning for coming.
It’s not surprising that a lot of people don’t visit museums for the first time until adulthood. Haley wonders if she’s a tourist, or just visiting family or something, and is about to ask the question in the most innocuous way until their seemingly shared neighborhood is brought into conversation. She’s surprised, because she never seems to be in her own apartment long enough to be recognized, and wonders how many people passed through today that she could have been sharing a wall with, or at least a street.
“Oh! Maybe!” Now that she’s brought it up, the woman standing before her does look familiar, but Haley is so scarcely at home the people milling about Woodside Heights blur together on her commute to work, or to see her parents. “I apologize if I haven’t been a good neighbor. Barely home enough to even contend, I don’t think.” She jokes again, stepping closer into the room, and extending her hand, deciding they were both owed a proper introduction. “Haley Liu.”
Sometimes Isaiah's head could become too clouded with all the information he poured into it on a daily basis. He wasn't just an information and knowledge seeker, the man was passionate about the work he was doing, and much of it was filed and sorted away in that brain of his. On days where it all became too much and his thoughts felt strained or jumbled he headed out of the house and his work space to ease the pressure of it all. One of the best things about this clearing was also how with shifting his focus often times the ideas he needed would break through.
Rather than head to the museum aimlessly, Isaiah had sent an email to an anthropologist he'd been needing to speak to and hoped that he'd catch the doctor there. He brought his iPad with him — in it he had his notes and files stored that he'd reference and bring to the attention of the doctor. When he'd gotten to the museum of history and science the place seemed to be emptying out, and there was no one there at the front desk. He wandered in hopes to encounter a staff member and ended up letting the exhibits steal his focus.
"Hello," he greeted and turned slightly to the voice only to recognize Haley Liu. They were neighbors now and growing up, if he remembered correctly, was one of his older sister's friends. The smile that had appeared faded some as she informed him he'd stayed past closing time and essentially said he shouldn't still be there. "Oh, sorry about that, uhh —" Zey glanced in the direction of the exit before meeting her gaze once more, "I was actually supposed to be meeting with Dr Segura. There wasn't anyone at the front desk when I came in. Do you know if Segura is still here?"
It takes her a moment to recognise Isaiah, and if pressed, Haley probably wouldn’t be able to give an approximate date on when she last saw him. It was funny how memory worked in relation to the town you grew up in; never seeming to remember anyone when away, but having every recollection come flooding back the minute you return. Were the Lawson’s even a fleeting thought for her all her years in Stanford? Perhaps she saw a social media post or two, but now she’s standing face to face with a complete grown stranger and flashes of her adolescence come back to her; that alone has her offering a more genuine smile to the man in front of her.
“Hi.” She responds softly, brow furrowing in concern as Isaiah glances around the room as if he’s just realised he’s there, or if he’s lost his way or something. She’s about to offer to walk him back to the exit when Segura’s name falls from his lips, and all she can do is offer him an uninspiring hum. “I don’t,” Haley admits, almost sheepishly, smiling dropping from her face again. “But I can find out for you! Why don’t you come with me? My office is probably more of a comfy place to wait than in here.” One of the cons about museums, it sometimes felt too cold and clinical depending on the exhibit or theme.
She swivels back in the direction of the hall she’s just walked down on, glancing back to see if Isaiah isn’t too far behind, and offers him yet another smile; all reassurances and smiles. “I’m sure we can get you exactly where you need to be asap! So…how have you been?” It’s small-talk — she hates engaging in small talk — but Haley was never one to just pretend people didn’t exist, even if she had lost touch over the years.
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It’s been a busy day at work, but truthfully, Haley loves it. Diving right in, not having to think of anything else for at least eight hours. Not her father’s sallow face as he sits propped up in bed watching television, or her mother’s lips pursed in concern, as she watches him, allowing Haley to flitter about doing random household tasks before heading back to her own apartment. Not the numerous unread text messages from Hank informing her of his schedule, subtly angling that she takes notice of his rare, free weekend to come down to visit.
No, here at the museum, none of that exists. She can sort through her paperwork, catalogue pieces, make and receive phone calls that almost seem endless, and pretend she doesn’t have a whole lot of misery and confusion waiting for her once she leaves, always praying for an excuse to stay longer, today being no different. As if someone upstairs has been listening, an assistant comes just after the museum has closed to the public and informs her of some pieces for an exhibition expansion that have just arrived. They add that it may take a while to sort and she might not get home until late but Haley relishes at the thought, all but running down to the hall to oversee the delivery.
However, en route, she notices a figure looming near one of the collections. Quickly checking her watch with a frown, she makes her way over to them, slowly, wasting all the time in the world if she can help it. “Hi, sorry, excuse me!” Haley tries not to be too loud — it’s not milling with people who’d be disrupted by the noise, the last of them probably filing out the doors, but she still has respect for the atmosphere, all the same — even waving her hand for them to notice her in their peripheral. “Just letting you know, the museum closed about three minutes ago, officially. You can’t stay.”
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