#queencfhearts

Usually days passed by so quickly for Juno; she had so much to do from early morning to late evening and was convinced the weekend would come in the blink of an eye. But that wasn’t really the case this time around; everything seemed to drag on and on, and Juno even caught herself counting the days and marking them on the calendar as each passed by. She didn’t say to anyone she was going to Jacob’s house, they were only starting to get to know each other, and due to his celebrity status she didn’t want to go around and just talk about it. Plus, telling even one person would probably made them tease her about it, demand a report after, and knowing how much Jacob values his privacy she didn’t want to ruin that for him. 

Even though they were secluded in his home, away from other curious eyes, Juno still felt it would nice if she dressed up nicely. She did like wearing dresses, and today seemed like a perfect occasion; matching the metallic tint material of the dress with a leather jacket and pair of boots, she had her hair pulled back in a tail and make up was done very discrete. She felt like herself in the outfit and that was all that mattered. 

Once Juno arrived to his place, there certainly was that nervousness shaking through her, and the sort of excitement because she got to see him again, the smile she had on her face couldn’t be hidden. But after chatting with him, eating the delicious food and having a glass of magnificent wine, the radio host began relaxing further more, and it all seemed like they were back at that pub again. Walking just a step behind him on the side as he lead her to his studio, Juno twirled the glass of wine in her hand before speaking. “Are you absolutely sure it’s alright I brought the glass with me? Or you said that because I might not like your music and will need something as a remedy?”she teased as she stepped forward faster and brushed her shoulder against his. 

As the combat boots hit the pavement of his hometown — the final strike of defeat struck Wyatt. A white flag waved high in the air in defeat as stepped out of the bus station with nothing but a duffle bag to his name. The man hadn’t realized how cold it could get back home as he kept his head hung low, walking into town. The decorations hanging on the main street reminded him of the holiday season that was to come. If anything, it made the somber look on his face grow. Wyatt was never a fan of the holiday season, he wasn’t a fan of many things these days — if anything it was a reminder of how many things he had missed in the last decade and a half. The military man should have been heading home to where he would be greeted by his momma and pops. He wasn’t too sure where Lucy was now a days, but regardless he would have been welcomed with tight hugs and a warm meal. The idea of that all was just a bit much for Wyatt, not feeling like playing the part of ‘role model son’ he used to live for. There was a reason that he had been touring for so long, deferring to go out instead of going home. 

Cassandra was done another late shift, having just gotten out of uniform and in her usual casual jeans and a maroon shirt she wore when not in full blues. She pushed the small cart around the aisles of the fairly quiet store at 2AM. The brunette couldn’t help but feel a bit like she was being followed but when she turned her head she saw that familiar face she tended to run into a few times a week at that time. “You know it wouldn’t be hard to file a restraining order on the grounds of stalking.” She teased with a smile.