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So maybe Christian had gone a little overboard. He’d signed up for one-on-one online ASL classes and the past few weeks had been spent celebrating Christmas... and learning to sign. He was nervous as hell, though. It was one thing to work with a teacher, it was another thing to try to have actual conversations with Owen. But he had learned so much more about basic sign, and he hoped Owen noticed. He had a bet with himself that he had to keep his phone in his pocket for as long as possible. But they were meeting up at a coffeeshop again and Christian was bundled up- wearing light colored gloves because he had read it was better and easier to see, especially against his dark peacoat. 

He might’ve spent a little longer than expected on his hair. And checked his outfit a few times. He was still reeling over how quickly they’d gotten along- and still kicking himself for having to stop their fun after their first date. But they were still texting, Owen still seemed interested... so there was hope there, right? They were going on another date after all... he walked himself into the little coffeeshop and grabbed a table before it filled up, leaning his cane against the chair. It was a cozy corner, out of the way, near a fireplace. He slid his jacket off, gloves and scarf off for now, wearing a nice and fitted button-up, rolling the sleeves up with a shy little smile as he saw Owen walking in. He signed: ‘Hello, handsome. I got here early to get a table. It looks... like you had the same idea.’ His signing was still a little slower than someone who was fluent, but he had his phone tucked away. 

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Christian was certainly excited to go to an event intended for coupling up, especially when it was with the man he’d gone on a few dates with. He cared deeply for Owen and getting to spend time together with a bunch of friends and people in a fun event where he got to dress up? Christian absolutely loved it. He loved socializing, loved making new friends. And loved spending time with Owen. So as he walked into the venue, leaning into his cane a bit, he was fixing his nice dark suit. He had tried to dress it down with some sleek shoes and a button-up that was undone just a smidge. He’d already texted Owen that he was on his way, knowing the man had already told him he’d arrived. And Christian was fashionably late, which made sense. 

But he spotted him near the bar- perfect, because he wanted a drink. He came up to his side, slid a hand over the small of his back, but stayed back a bit so when Owen turned, he wouldn’t run right into the other man. Christian was smiling, shifting to lean on a barstool and hook his cane around his forearm before signing: ‘Hello, handsome. Miss me?’ He’d put on a nice cologne, pushed his hair out of his face. Wore a nice watch. Tried to look presentable for a sort-of date at a fun little Valentines’ mixer. ‘I hope you haven’t been getting drunk without me.’ He signed, his hands moving easily through the motions, finding it easier every day to communicate with the other. He saw the bartender and flashed a sweet smile. “Can I grab a vodka cranberry, sweetheart? Thanks.”  

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 very bad. Neva cannot fathom what she had to make her feel sick, either way, she hadn't called off work. Instead, she went to work and things didn't go as planned. Her boss ended up calling the emergency for her. She didn't have anyone from her family to get in touch. Her parents live in California, her brother was off work somewhere in Europe, and her other brother was also in California.

The only people she could count on were her boyfriend, and her best friends, however, she doesn't like to give a lot of work to any of them. All of them were too busy with their work, so why would she bother them with her problem? ⏤ Neva is too reserved. She woke up in a hospital bed, a little confused but slowly remembering everything. The doctor said the nurse would give the results of her exams. Once she saw Owen, she beamed. Nothing is better than seeing a familiar face. ❛ Hiii! Not a nice place to meet each other. Next time, let's meet in a coffee shop or something. Or in a pub. ❜ She sat on the bed now. ❛ Are you with my exams, and may I leave now? ❜

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⭐️ Based on their schedules, Christian is less of an early riser than Owen, who’s used to working some weird shifts, being a nurse. When one is at the others’ house, Christian almost always sleeps in, waking up to the smell of coffee and even though he’s very particular about his coffee beverages, he always drinks whatever Owen makes for him because he finds it so sweet that he did it at all.

⭐️Christian’s not a big fan of driving or cars any more. When he and Owen go out for a drive however, Christian’s oddly comforted by how loud Owen plays his music. He knows it’s so Owen can feel the beat, but Christian finds himself focusing more on the music and Owen’s hand on his thigh, and less on the cars zooming by. 

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