#leyla001

“ This is entirely uncharacteristic of me to say, so take advantage while you can, but we might actually need an apartment group photo of tonight, ” she explains, twirling a glass of champagne as she gestures at Leyla with her free hand. “ Because we look fucking hot, and this rental goes back at midnight. ” Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but tomorrow. 

“I’m telling you, she has her ex husband buried under her summer house!” She huffs, flopping down onto the sofa after she hands Leyla’s glass over. She’s of course talking about the old lady who lives next door to her. “And isn’t it just so convenient that her most recent husband left a decade ago and has never been seen again? You only have to look her in the eye to know she’s a bad egg.” Alara gives a firm nod, of course she has no real proof, it was entirely a conspiracy formed because the woman gave her the creeps. “Anyway, we shouldn’t talk so loud, she might be listening in with her giant bat ears. I’m not here trying to go missing like Bob and Eric.” 

“She’s not?” Jace frowned at the bartender who told him Logan wasn’t in tonight. The only reason he’d came here and stuck around was to grab some food with her and walk her home. A typical routine they’d established. He figured he’d just got his days mixed up - it was entirely possible considering he didn’t actually make any effort to tell Monday from Thursday, etc. Oh well. A one man food stop and then home, he supposed.  As he reached the doors, he stepped aside to let the burly crowd of women through and just about managed to get outside when he found himself staring right at a real blast from the past. “Leyla.” The name fell out his mouth in a quiet whisper, shock quite noticeable across his whole face. Years. It had been literal years and honestly, considering their familiar connections they both had to know there must have been some effort on both sides to make sure they didn’t bump into each other like this, right? Not because it ended poorly, more so just to avoid any awkward scenarios, such as this one.  “What are the chances.” Jace straightens up and tucks his hands into his pockets. Damn, those blue eyes, arguably the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever seen on another person. There’s a couple seconds of silence while he tries to collect himself and finds his shoulders slouching the more he looks at her. A softer smile appears on his lips and he nods a little. “You look as gorgeous as ever, Leyla.”