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He shouldn't have been looking for her.

Olivier had told himself only five minutes before he returned back to his date before he let her go altogether. He'd successfully dodged Thomas all night, even if their eyes had connected once across the room; familiar dread cooling his firey stomach.

Still, he found himself leaning against a wall, watching when he caught sight of her walking: he wasn't sure if Isla had seen him, hand snaking out to grab her upper arm.

     a pink jacket of any other would stand out to lennon, but not like this. no, this pink jacket was one belonging to a pink lady on the same halloween night that lennon just so happened to be none other than sandy. some fantasies you know you have, others don’t reveal themselves until they’re right in front of you. especially when said you is the same sweetheart that brings you flowers to every closing shift.