#caseybennett

Freddie stood at the reception counter, idly skimming over a membership contract with no genuine interest in taking yoga classes offered at the establishment. No, instead there was some other motive that brought him to the studio on this morning. And it wasn’t all that innocent. He turned slightly as he noticed a young woman approach, a woman he recognized from a rather shallow dive of the internet. Casey Bennett. “Excuse me.. might I trouble you for a pen?” he leaned in slightly, a smile curving the edges of his mouth. “Can you believe they’ve not got one working pen in a place like this?”

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Roman had offered a helping hand in helping clients of his pick out a new color scheme for the house they’d put an offer in on. While it wasn’t in his normal realm of work, he’d wanted to put in the extra effort considering it was their first home and they’d been kind during the entire process. While the pair debated on a shade of grey, Roman noticed a familiar face and politely excused himself to where the other was looking at something on the shelves. “Hope you don’t mind, but I just wanted to check in and see how that apartment is treating you? I usually send some kind of follow up email, but it seems so impersonal,” he half joked, smile easy on his lips.

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The line for the jagged yard cart was a little backed up, but he couldn’t blame anyone for going for another round. Between the bonfire, the cool breeze, and happy guests, it was a night to celebrate. “I can’t remember the last time I went to a bonfire like this and didn’t feel like there was going to be a fight,” he joked, memories of his high school bonfires flooding his mind. Usually, it was the football team that was starting something, but Atlas had his fair share of stepping out of line. “I don’t know if we’ve ever met before,” he added, turning a little to get a better look at the woman. “I’m Atlas. Were you up at the paintball tournament earlier? I’d like to say I was the last man standing, but uh, that didn’t really work out.” All thanks to Madeline Hawthorne and her inability to aim elsewhere.