after the disappearance of her cousin, her family had hired a full-time, round the clock bodyguard for her. even missing, cristian was a headache in her life. ditching her bodyguard wasn’t easy, but somehow she’d managed to show up at miguel’s on her own. standing on the busy street, part of it blocked off with police tape, sabina waited for cade to arrive. finally spotting him approaching, she teased, “what took you so long? did you change your outfit five times?”

SABINA: hey

SABINA: hey

SABINA: i can't sleep

“friend cade because we’re already stuck with each other, make william delete twitter, and kill simon. that’s how the game works, sí?”

it was weird at first, opening up to someone who wasn’t simon, sofia or heinrichs. god knows it took years for her to let them in and even then, it was never all the way. not that she’d completely let her guard down around cade either, but she found it almost too easy talking to him. it worried her at first, but by now, she figured she had enough dirt on him to do some real damage if he ever tried to screw her over. ‘twas how the brilliant mind of sabina marquez worked. hearing a knock on the door, she called out, “it’s open!” getting up from the couch, she moved towards the entry hall to greet the brit as he let himself into her apartment. “please tell me you got french wine, or at least from spain.”

“What do I stand for? Most nights, I don’t know anymore.” 

send me a ☁ for a thought my muse has had about yours.

sometimes i wish i could just tell you everything. but i know you’ll never look at me the same again if i did. i just… can’t risk losing our friendship. not right now.