#romanticlcver

"Where did she go? We're going to be late for our 2:00 o'clock," Grayson gripes to a nearby employee, emerging from his office after waiting around for his new personal assistant. One that he had hired of his own volition, admiring the tenacity of the woman but now he is left wondering if he had made a big mistake. When the employee scrambles to point toward the nearby restroom, Grayson mumbles a thank you before making a beeline to stand outside of the private facilities. He raps his knuckles against the door, feet tapping impatiently. "Everything alright in there?"

"i must admit, i am surprised you messaged me." especially after how their last encounter had ended. things had gone well until joseph had gotten...weird. as he stood in his own doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, he made a mental note to keep things normal. no more mentions of his ex, regardless of how much marcia looked like her. "did you want to come in?" // @romanticlcver

"i don't... we haven't gotten there yet." the boyfriend was just for show, in her mind. maybe he didn't know that, but lauren was really getting into the idea of a showmance and a pr relationship that she sort of forgot to tell the man who was playing her love interest the plan. and it sort of helped that her roommate was getting a front row seat to his groping and neck kissing. not as enjoyable to her as it was to him, though, because he went home and she had turned to her roommate who had so happened to be there. "i... we... you can't offer me that." because lauren was weak, and she would cave in an instance.

a wry laugh escapes him. "maybe you should talk to my dad for me. i'm willing to bet you've seen more of him than we have lately." his anger is misdirected, but it's not like his dad is hear to take any of it. despite her saying she doesn't know what to say, gabriel has several questions circling his brain, none of which he thinks he can actually stomach asking. "at least tell me you didn't know he was married."

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"...I know" He sighs quietly. It wasn't fair of him to expect her to just sit and wait for his return, to put her entire life on hold just on the prospect that he would come home in one piece but he has developed a particular type of selfishness that made him want to hope she would anyway. He lowers his head until it hangs between his shoulders, closing his eyes for a few beats, a dry laugh escapes him as she continues to speak. "I don't have much choice," He argues gently. Adrian has never been one to be hung up over someone, after losing his family, he had closed himself off to the idea of ever having that kind of connection again. He is now in a situation where he wants the best of both worlds, a relationship with Jackie and his career without one bleeding into the other. "You're giving me your blessing to move on?" He questions, when he finally looks at her again, only to try to plant doubt in her mind, and prompt her to consider her own words. Jackie's words hit harder than Adrian realises, "No, they are not" He confirms in a bitter tone, but he'd be completely delusional not to agree. "You see, my dilemma with this is that I cannot stay away from you. Even with the demands of my work, which I'm still very much dedicated to, my mind is always with you"

The guy had been sat at the bar for a long time, and all he had ordered is water. The constant looks around makes Reed think that the guy is meeting someone here, but the more that time passes, the more that he also believes that whoever it is probably isn't coming. He even mentions as much to his co-workers in the back when they are out of the guy's earshot. Finally, he swings back by and offers him a huge smile. "You still want to stick to water or would you like something a little stronger?"

She's alone. Of course she's been left alone again. Seonho hadn't planned to come to the party at all, but after an Uber ride had left him drop off someone at the spot, it had almost felt like a sign that he should come in. He allows himself one beer, not wanting to become too intoxicated that he can't safely drive home, cracking the can open as he sits down. "Hey you," he greets Farah with a smile, bumping his foot against hers affectionately. "You having fun?" He shouldn't make any assumptions, the edges of his lips tight as he glances around. "Where's...?" His voice trails, implying that he's wondering where her boyfriend might have run off to.