#interaction.dilan

Story time at the library was always something that she and Maggie stuck to on a consistent schedule. Unless it was a day where Atlas specifically requested time with the toddler, which she was always happy to oblige him with, the two would spend the morning at the library followed by grabbing something local for lunch, a day where it was just the two of them, no work to worry about. Sage always valued those moments with Maggie, the simple things like a library story class or lunch. Part of her couldn't help but wonder how it would have been different, if her eldest daughter were still there or if she'd gone through with having another baby when she'd started thinking about it almost a year prior. She knew, deep down, that no matter what, she'd still make time for these moments with Maggie. Though, Maggie couldn't have cared less about her being there for them, as the toddler made her way over to the baby she spotted, disregarding the block tower they'd been building after story time had wrapped up. Moving after her, Sage swiftly snatched up the toddler before she could attempt to pet the baby's head like she'd been intending and the older blonde glanced apologetically at the mom. "I'm so sorry, she's been taking it upon herself to greet every baby she comes across. She's obsessed with them for some reason."

Emmy rested her back against the couch she was propped up on, firmly slouched onto the floor as she leafed through a few papers from folder she'd brought with her, most containing photos of aesthetics and some numbers jotted down in between. Surrounding her were menus from different bakeries, texture samples she snagged in a rush through downtown a few days prior, and a whole lot of invisible, yet very real, tension. "I'll admit, I don't know how you do it," She mumbled softly, aware of the tiny raisin-like baby that wasn't far from her. Even though raisin-like, Emmy couldn't deny just how cute the baby girl in Dilan's arms was. "Like, where do you even start? I'm assuming venue, which... check. But then what? Flowers? Cake? Guests?" The brunette tapped the tip of the pen against her lips anxiously. "Thanks for letting me run this by you, Dil. I would've hired you for the whole damn thing, but you have a whole little alien to worry about now."

A grin curved on her lips when she approached the table Dilan had sat herself at, a nice choice of a spot tucked into the corner of the bakery she'd come to know well in the last year. Her fingers were curved around a small pastel-colored giftbag that held a children's book about Colorado she'd come across at a local bookstore (and had quite enjoyed flipping through herself) and a tiny stuffed giraffe she'd found at the same store that she thought a baby might enjoy. She knew Verda, who could be seen flitting in and out of the back of the bakery, clearly busy with the shops daily tasks, would take care of the larger and more important present. "Wow, any day now, huh?" Emmy teased, taking her seat across from the other and setting the bag atop the table between them. "I was out a few days ago and came across a few little things I thought the baby might like, but if you hate them, I won't be offended. I actually don't have a single clue what a baby would like."

While he knew a few people out on the field that day, Sam chose to settle into the spectator seating on the sidelines with an arm full of popcorn, a slushy, and a foam finger that he'd gotten for a discount at the concession stand. Free. The foam finger was free, mostly because it had once said another team's name on it before it was unceremoniously painted over and Providence Peak Memorial was printed on it instead. Reuse and recycle, he supposed. He admired the principle. Squeezing passed someone, he apologize quickly as he bumped their leg when he finally flopped down just a few inches from them, knowing he should have gotten there earlier because the outdoor bleachers seemed stocked full. "Sorry there, didn't mean to bump into you. I guess the game's more popular than I expected."

Markus had introduced her to the couple at the beginning of the reception and, while she’d never met them prior, they seemed to be almost disgustingly happy with each other. They had to be if they were renewing decades old vows, right? It seemed to be the dream for everyone there, the guests seemingly floating on cloud nine after the couple said their vows and professed their love... “What I can’t get over is how gorgeous everything is. Forget the couple, I’m in love with their wedding planner,” Cora teased loudly, thankful to have a moment with her friend far from Markus’ side. It was suffocating, how much the man had leaned into their date, but even more suffocating with how much she was resisting it. “Seriously though, Dil, this was amazing. I’ve been to at least twenty of your weddings and they just never get old. You, babe, are a revolutionary artist.”

Cora swirled her fork around on the plate in front of her, the utensil doing more dancing than it was bringing food to her mouth, but when something was on her mind, not even the delectable food from The Silk Road could distract her from it. “So, you need to update me on everything you’ve been up to since we’ve seen each other. How are the weddings going - have any wedding drama to share?” If the food couldn’t distract her, maybe a story of a messy wedding could, especially if it was something like a derranged mother-in-law or a runaway bride, those were always her favorite to listen to. And Dilan always seemed to have quite the collection of them as the city’s best wedding planner. “I think you could honestly write some sort of tell-all book and make way more than any of these schmucks are paying you.”

Making friends had never been difficult for Cora. She was outgoing and extraverted and all of the fancy names you could put on someone who’s personality was basically ‘how to get someone to like me 101′, which was a useful personality to have for both getting what she wanted and having someone she was able to drag to sunrise yoga on a Monday morning after a particularly late Sunday night of consuming wine and chocolate in the theater room of her house in Summit Lake. Okay, maybe not her house, especially since her boyfriend’s wife made it clear as day that the house was hers and only hers after the man croaked, but Cora lived in it, so... kind of her house? Right? Enjoying the spoils of the lifestyle was all she cared about anyway. Especially when it came to the sunrise yoga that she was sure cost as much as her college tuition had for a membership to just get into the building. 

“How long do you think it’ll take us to sweat out the wine from last night? Just a guesstimation; one hour? Two? Wanna go for a run after this?” Cora breathed heavily, laying on her back as her gaze wandered to the expensive material swaying on the ceiling. A chuckle fell from her lips and her gaze finally landed on Dilan. “Okay, I’m kidding. I think I might actually suffocating if I even try to lift myself off of this mat right now. Expresso Yourself for a pick me up? I could use a double venti at this point.”