#ofbandits

she pulled her robe on, securing it by the tie at her waist. her last client had just left and she was getting ready for the next. a little freshening up was necessary and she stared at herself in the mirror. too much of this and she would ask to be sent home to rest. honey picked up her favourite lip gloss, coating her lips and pressing them together. she fixed her hair, curling some of the strands around her fingers when there was a knock at the door. it couldn’t be her next client already, surely. “come in.” her eyes shifted from staring at herself to looking at the door, a small smile on her lips when she was met with the sight of stan. thank god. she needed another few moments before she entertained another customer. “hey, stan. i’m not in trouble again, am i? i promise i’ve been good since last time.” she wasn’t sure if that was actually true or not, but she would protest it as long as she could. 

She’s glad they’re on opposite ends of a phone call and not face to face. Amiyah wipes her tears as she nods at Stan’s words and lets a small, almost sad chuckle fall from her lips. “I know. I know.” She lets a short amount of silence fall between them and sighs. “You make it really hard for me to ignore that.” He was so much more than just a friend to her. He was her best friend, her anchor, one of the best parts of her day. Her gaze shifts toward the alarm clock on her end table and she pushes her comforter off to stand up from her bed. “What are you doing right now? Besides talking to me of course. Want to grab a late night snack?” 

“I’m really not that upset, Stan. You win some, you lose some.” She had wanted the tickets to sold out opera, sure but it was really no big deal that she didn’t make the cut off. “They’ll have tickets in a few weeks and then I’m forcing you to stand on this line with me again.” A smile pulled at her lips and she pointed at him for good measure. It wasn’t until he took her finger in his hand that her smile faded slightly. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes widened when he presented the passes, orchestra seats too. “Wait...how? Did you? I don’t want to know!” Who did he kill for these? She took the tickets from his hands and beamed, too focused on the gesture and not realizing his arms had snaked around her waist and before she can shoot him a witty remark, he pulled her even closer for a kiss, her hands finding her way inside his coat. It was cold outside but this made it all worth it. 

[ text → stan b. ]: have you been called daddy a lot? because i think you’re the right material for it.

[ text → koey poo 👑💕 ]: are you free to have a cute girl messing with your hair?[ text → koey poo 👑💕 ]: because hadley has had it with mine but she still wants to braid something.  

[ text → ✨ manwhore ✨ ]: i’ve been persuaded that i need to get a dress.[ text → ✨ manwhore ✨ ]: problem is that i have no fucking clue how to.[ text → ✨ manwhore ✨ ]: tell me what kind of dress you think it’s cute?  

“It’s below zero.” She whispers before she selfishly takes his hands in hers. “You’re a lot warmer though.” Amiyah smiled closed the gap between them, placing her head on his shoulder with no plans to move anytime soon. “I’ve missed you.” 

BASED ON.