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Tony: Quick question number two... Chanel or Versace?

“baby,” tony casually called as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed, scrolling down his phone to double check some of the event and other things around new orleans that he hoped to go to with june. being away from the city was truly a breath of fresh air, especially after learning about his... family. to call it something. and still, when he looked at the beauty that was this girl who chose to spend her time with him — he wanted to tell her. but how could he? he couldn’t. tony wondered if he seemed off, or weird, or something. he definitely felt it. “how superstitious would you say you are? one to ten.” there was supposed to be a bit more enthusiasm in his voice, but it fell a little flat. not entirely, though. to compensate, he offered her a smile and a raised eyebrow. | @junewds​

the stages of grief and loss were never straightforward, and it was almost off-putting to be so self-aware of where he stood on that scale after casually learning some of the most shocking news of his life: somewhere between denial and bargaining. he needed something he could feel normal in — a bar, a hotel, a plane. somewhere, someone. june. june! of course, the young woman encompassed everything he was searching for in that precise moment. but he had to be careful not to take anything out on the girl. it wasn’t her fault, his mistakes were not anyone’s fault but his. the man sat in his expensive vehicle, parked almost exactly outside the door to the girl’s apartment. he called her, letting the dial sounds on his dashboard break the complete silence he had been on, and waited. “pick a place,” he quickly blurted out once she answered. “anywhere. where do you want to go? oh, and don’t look out the window, alright?” | @junewds​