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Last Text Sent: [October 12, 2:17 a.m.] whalte you doung?  want tp come over

[October 12, 12:54 p.m.] sorry

Waiting was always the hardest part.

Emmett knew better than to get drunk on a mission--if this even was a mission; he hadn’t received any orders beyond showing up at the festival--but he couldn’t help feeling restless, the sense of brewing trouble clawing at his muscles and making him want to act.  It’d be one thing if he had a job to do--he knew how to take orders and get a task accomplished.  But this?  Just wandering around until he heard something different?  This was liable to drive him crazy.

And a drink would settle his nerves--but he also knew that, too often, one drink led to two and then five and then being out of commission.

And so, while he was eyeing one of the bars’ booths, trying to decide if it was worth the risk, he hadn’t actually gone toward it yet.

--Until a woman who’d been in line with her back to him turned around, and to Emmett’s surprise, he recognized her.  After locking eyes like that, there wasn’t much he could do but acknowledge her, and so, although he wasn’t quite sure how it’d go, he moved a little closer, wary and apologetic but not unfriendly.  “Nic?”

After dancing for nearly an hour, losing herself in the music, Meliha finally returned to her seat and ordered a glass of wine. Her bodyguard followed at a discreet distance, then took a seat not far from her. When her beverage was brought to her table, Meliha took a small sip and then checked her cell phone to make sure she hadn’t missed any important texts or phone calls. Even close to midnight, she often had people trying to get ahold of her or questions which needed immediate attention. Putting her phone away, she noticed a woman sitting alone in the booth next to hers, and Meliha nodded and gave her a friendly wave.