#natbardot

fixing her lipstick in the mirror, vivienne noticed a familiar face, nathalie bardot. she had been a fellow actress. one who’s specialty was mostly broadway but an actress none the less.

           ❝ fancy seeing you here...  ❞

so when he had finally come face to face with some who he had seen plastered all over screens, posters and television. he had remained indifferent.

           ❝ you that one lass on them billboards? ❞

"You look familiar. Have we met?” Levi finally asked, his lips pursing in thought. “Or do you just have one of those faces.”

Viktor wasn’t one for media appearances, not since the death of his father not so terribly long ago. But these small charity gatherings were a vital part of the Bratva’s business, especially when it came to keeping up appearances with the public. While the Valentinas were undoubtedly known in the underworld, heavy donations to children’s hospitals and certain politicians made sure that on the surface, they were nothing more than an old-money family with cash to burn.

As he was making the rounds, briefly reminding the hosts about the man who paid for their excessively expensive cars and designer gowns, he caught the sight of a woman’s purse hitting the ground. Given that he was close by, and socializing was part of his duties, Viktor picked it up, pursuing the woman who had dropped it. “Excuse me.” He spoke softly, his accent fading just slightly in the exchange. “I believe this belongs to you. I noticed you had dropped it by the fountain. It is yours, isn’t it?”

Times Square wasn’t a place that Owen visited often, simply because it was so dreadfully far from home and his work schedule didn’t leave much in the way of free time. So when he had gotten a notification from his superiors about dropping off a package to one of the theatres near the famed locale, he couldn’t help himself from taking advantage of the moment to enjoy the scenery.

He was strolling through Bryant Park when he felt the telltale signs of rain on the way. Owen had only just managed to pull up his jacket before a sudden downpour came upon him. He ducked down, sprinting to the closest bus shelter. As he arrived, thoroughly drenched and already feeling the chill settling in him, he offered a small wave to the other occupant of the stop. “Sorry for intruding. Wasn’t exactly planning to go swimming today of all things.” The sky darkened, and a rumbling took to the skies. “That came on rather suddenly, didn’t it?”