#novawells

“Ah, I’m not really one for wishes nowadays. But if I was to really think about it…I think I’d wish for a way to pay back the people who helped me get to this point. Gran for taking me in and raising me by herself, Mister Barrett for giving me a way to make a living, Nova, Tatiana, Saria, Daniel. I might not have a glamourous life, but I have a good one, and those are the people I have to thank for that. “

( @novawells @alexandervbarrett @tcnechka @sariaxxyoung @danielincoln )

Admittedly, Owen probably shouldn’t have accepted the mission to support the Irish mafia at the Golightly gala. He was a horrible spy, constantly getting distracted by all the exciting sights and attractions that he had never once seen before in his life. Even when he managed to somehow jump his way into a conversation, he seemed to have a remarkable talent for driving people away. All he had really gotten up to that point was that there was some super valuable diamond being worn that evening, and everyone wanted to get a look at it. Something along those lines, but nothing that he expected Mr. Barrett to be interested in.

He was in a bit of a quandry, puzzling over what sort of information his boss would prefer the most. The orchestra had just finished playing a slow ballad and was beginning to pick up the pace with a more lively tune; one that Owen faintly recognized. As he glanced over to the dance floor, curious, he thought he spotted his neighbour of all people among the guests. The runner blinked owlishly in surprise, taking off after her before he had much time to consider how he would explain his own attendance there. 

“Miss Wells! Fancy seeing you here! You look, um...wow.“ Owen trailed off a moment as he walked closer, fully taking in the navy dress with intricate gold beadwork and the way she had paid such careful attention to detail with each accessory. A familiar face among a sea of strangers felt like such an odd sort of relief, though this was a far cry from a passing ‘hello’ in the hallway of their apartment complex. “I’m sorry, I must have lost my train of thought. You’re stunning, truly. Marvelous party, isn’t it?”

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

4:14 P.M. [ to “SuperNova” ] What’s your favorite dessert? No reason. Just...no reason. 👀 4:19 P.M. [ to “SuperNova” ] Okay! I’m terrible at surprises! I’m buying us CAKE.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

12:41 A.M. [ to “Kingsley” AKA “Ride or Die” ] Have you ever considered the side effects of our lifestyles? The perpetual isolation we condemn ourselves to? 12:43 A.M. [ to “Kinglsey” AKA “Ride or Die” ] Oh well, enough of the sentiments. Sometimes it’s nice to pretend I have a heart. Think you can handle a job for me tonight?

“Yes! Miss Wells is a delightful neighbour. Very kind as well, especially given how often I go back and forth in the middle of the night. I’ve spent quite a bit of time chatting with her in passing.”

@novawells​

“I-yes, would it be possible to put off the payment for a day or so? Rent will be coming up and- yes, I understand that this is the second time this month. It’s just that things have been...Right. Well, I understand. Terribly sorry for the trouble.” Owen sighed, ending the call before looking at his phone. His usual night job had cut back his hours, again, and bills were already starting to pile up. The lanky man sat down on the concrete steps in front of his apartment, feeling just a small twinge of hopelessness well up in him.

But sulking wouldn’t put food on the table. Owen pocketed his cell phone, taking out a similar one to check for messages. If his regular jobs wouldn’t give him enough hours, then the family business was his last resort. Unfortunately. He dialed in a familiar number, bringing it up to his ear before he heard the apartment door open behind him. Owen leaned back, looking up to see a friendly face. “Miss Wells! How are you? Lovely evening now, isn’t it?”