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“ that fits you perfectly. ” emilie appreciates the fondness between the two of them -- she loves romance, but her friendships are something that she holds even closer. “ i was supposed to have a work meeting and it just got god damn cancelled! ” she sighs and looks at her friend. “ what about you? want to grab a bite? ”

emilie scoffs a little, but smiles fondly at her cousin, reaching out to smooth out her hair. “ dead in a ditch somewhere, probably. ” she looks back to her phone and fixes her lips into a pout before she looks back to alimyon. “ i was busting my ass to get to this meeting and it just got cancelled. just my luck, right? ”

“ who you calling messy haired? ” tybalt says it but he knows it’s a fact -- he runs a hand through his wild locks just for good measure, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “ well, keep that in mind for next time, alright? you get a pretty fun greeting party when you’re friends with tybalt wentworth. ” he looks back to the bartender and orders another expensive cocktail for his friend. “ what’s the latest, mat? what shit have you gotten yourself into? ”

“ you’re kinda SCARY, you know. thought you were gonna bite my head off. ” emilie winks before she props herself up to look at her friend, biting down on her lip. “ so is the story of the life of a hot, successful woman, i guess. ” she sips off her water and scoffs at her friend’s question. “ busting my ass, running from meeting to meeting, barely having a moment to breathe. you know, the normal shit. it’s nice to relax. ” she stretches her arms above her head, again letting herself relish in the feeling of the sunshine. “ what about you, hm? i’m sure you’re twice as busy as me. ”

NICOLA -- her name rolls off his tongue so easily, and his entire demeanor changes in her presence. “ that you do, nic, that you do. ” he hardly even spares the bartender a glance as he looks at nicola, chin resting in the palm of his hand. he’d be happy to pay for anyone’s drink, really, but he’s more than happy to pay for hers. “ you guess? ” he takes another sip off his own drink, shaking his head. “ no, admit it, nic. you were praying i’d be here. ” he pauses and sighs. “ completely fucking horrible. got chewed out by my dad. who says golf can’t be a financial planning meeting? ”

tybalt’s always hated hotel bars -- too stuffy, too stuck up, too easy to run into those that he’s more than likely already burned. this bar may not be much better, but it’s something. “ a lot. ” his eyes are heavy lidded and his smile is wide, trying to turn up whatever limited charm he has. “ well, you made the right choice. it just so happens i’m going to prove every part of that to be true. ” he pauses and taps on the bar top, glancing at her. “ what are you drinking? ”

“ motherfucker -- ” emilie’s hauling ass towards the elevator that’s rapidly closing. her sunglasses, wide and dramatic, already sit on the bridge of her nose, her giant bag nearly falling off her shoulder. she’s clearly running late, which isn’t an unusual situation for the woman to be in. she thinks she’s certainly going to be extra late now, with the elevator closing, but she’s pleased to see a foot stick out to stop the doors from shutting, opening once more for emilie to step through. she looks at her savior with a small and embarrassed smile, nodding her head at them. “ god, you’re a lifesaver. i would’ve been totally screwed if you didn’t catch that. ” she peers down at her phone, unable to believe her eyes. meeting cancelled.

“ well look what the motherfucking cat dragged in! ” tybalt’s already had plenty to drink -- he’s got a cocktail in his hand as he stands to drape his arm across their shoulders, a wide grin crossing his features. “ you should’ve told me you were on your way! i would’ve ordered you something. ” he turns to the bartender and points to them. “ on my tab, capeesh? ” looking back at them, he grins once more. “ happy to see you. ”