#interaction rory

          As the girl looks to Rose’s shoes, Rose turns her head & looks upwards, trying to find what had gotten that reaction from her. Rose saw nothing, peeking behind her she still saw nothing. Looking back to the other girl as she continues her inspection of Rose, she ends up quirking a brow at the other girl.

     Shifting her arms back, she hooks her thumbs into her back pockets, lightly tapping her fingers against herself as she tilts her head to the side. Partly to give the other the impression of safety, that she wouldn’t attack. Looking at her curiously, taking in every moment, every glance the other made. 

     The girl looked as if she were a rabbit about to jump away to their safe haven & when the girl nods for seemingly no reason, Rose gives her her full attention. One baby blue eye making direct eye contact. 

As soon as he opened the email, he'd known he needed to go see Rory. He'd talked to his family, called his brother first but still. So he'd shot her a text to make sure she was at home and had free time. So he'd made his way over, with something to eat of course and the email, starred in his gmail app on his phone. Truly, this moment that felt almost normal over a decade ago and been so far from possibilities from so long that it felt incredible to finally be there. He knocked and smiled at her when she opened the door. He lifted the bag of food up to their height. "Hello you, I got food!"

Where: Andy's boat at the Marina

When he bought the boat, on a whim one must admit, Aindreis had done some basic research. Truly he needed out of that flat or he would simply lose his mind. Or well, more I guess. He'd read some nightmare experiences from previous owners of narrow boats and they'd haunted him while he was packing up his things. He was touching some wood but so far though, he absolutely loved it. Sure it was small, but the simple fact that he lived on a boat made it so much cooler. Today, he'd invited Rory to come around for a cup of something warm. He loved to open the front of the boat and sit there but the weather wasn't in agreement with such a plan so they were sitting inside. He handed her a mug. "Careful, it's pretty hot," he said as he sat down at the counter, hands around his own mug. "So tell me, what's new? How are you?"

Aindreis loved his mum. So much. Never would he say anything bad. But oh god sometimes, he wishes she wasn't as herself as she is. He's got exactly 34 cards. They were in a box in his childhood home, and everytime he passed by, he'd put the new one if he'd been away on his birthday, which had happened a few times over the years, with his birthday so close to Christmas. His mother never missed any of their family's birthday. And she was quick to add to that list. Rose, his brother's new wife, had 5 to date. His ex boyfriend Caleb had gotten one when they were together and Andy had been mortified to learn that his mother sent him another one after the breakup. Who does that? Ali had gotten two. Andy remembered Ali showing him his first card. And the second, in Kismet. He knew he hadn't been the only one hurt by Ali's decision, and he'd hoped that maybe Celeste would not send him a card based on that. How wrong he was.

Earlier today, his mother had sent him a picture of the card she'd chosen and had almost harrassed him for an address. He had no clue where Ali was, but he'd ended up sending her Jill's address, Ali's sort-of-adoptive mum. He couldn't let that be the first contact he'd had with Ali since the breakup. He couldn't just send him a text, the idea mortified him and he wasn't even sure Ali didn't have him blocked or something. So here he was, standing in front of a wall of multicolour, joyful greeting cards. They all looked so happy and nice and he was miserable inside. What kind of card says hey sorry my mum sent you a card, i didn't ask her to do that, also happy birthday btw. He didn't know how long he'd been staring when he noticed a familiar face in the aisle.

"Don't look at me like that," he told Rory with a sigh.

where: wingman's pub

Simon walked into the bar, his eyes sweeping over the eclectic crowd mingling amidst the warm ambiance. Amidst the sea of faces, his gaze settled on a young woman, seated alone at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink.

With a confident stride, Simon approached and as he reached Rory's side, he leaned casually against the bar, allowing a moment to pass before speaking.

"Well, hello there," he greeted, his voice smooth and confident. "Mind if I buy you a drink?"