It was a Friday night after work, and conveniently, it was a Friday that both Oliver and Candice were both off-- which didn’t happen very often. She was a nurse, so he knew that planning ahead of time wasn’t always the best, but that they would have to find time for each other every once in a while. Oliver drove to Bywater Park, Candice’s neighborhood. He hadn’t seen her son, Ayden, in what felt like forever-- he’d probably be twice as big as he was the last time he saw him. Parking his car, Oliver grabbed the small gift off of the passenger seat of his car. He walked towards her front door and knocked gently, not wanting to wake the baby if he was sleeping.  Oliver: I’m here! Open the door so I can squeeze those cheeks! I won’t disclose who’s I’m talking about tho xoxo He texted her the message before putting his phone down in his pocket. As soon as the door opened, he lifted the small paper gift bag in his hands, “Okay, I wasn’t sure what kind of night it was. So, I brought wine and I brought whiskey. I guess we’ll see how it goes.”

After rooming with Candice for the trip he was glad he got to know her a bit better. She was a sweet girl and was absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying that. He wasn’t sure what else to do for the day, the two had already finished up snowboarding together and decided to go grab some hot chocolate before going and finding a place to eat for dinner later. He walked with her toward one of the cafe’s and opened the door for her as they arrived. “After you.” he smiled, dimples coming out prominently. He then went over to a booth with her, sitting across from the blonde. The waitress came over and handed them menus and he thanked her before scanning over it. “Hazelnut hot chocolate?” he brows raised and he looked over at her, “I’m definitely getting that.” he chuckled softly.

Atticus took Spencer’s hand in her own as they walked from his car into the apartment complex’s lobby. He looked over at Spencer, a smile on his face that he couldn’t shake. They had just returned from the bar with Spencer’s friends that Atticus actually ended up liking and they were both in pretty good moods. Their flights were booked for holidays, shopping was almost finished, and there weren’t any other cares in his mind at least. When he walked into the lobby with Spence on his arm he spotted someone at the front desk that looked way too familiar to him. “Candice?” he questioned, speaking a little bit louder than he normally would have. “Is that you?” When the girl turned around he couldn’t help but get a little bit of a wider smile. The conversation Spencer and him had the other day was being suspended from his mind from the alcohol in his system. 

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Vodka, quiero vodka ―soltó al sentarse. La barista lo miró durante un par de segundos, a lo que él decidió esbozar una pequeña sonrisa coqueta. El rostro de la chica se sonrojó, mas él no le prestó atención. Al recibir su bebida, sintió como la silla de su lado se movía. Alguien más había llegado. Sin siquiera mirar, Jack tomó un sorbo de su vaso―. ¿A qué se debe esta visita? ―inquirió, su mirada aún plantada en el líquido.