#sav002

So much has happened in the last two months that Giselle has almost grown accustomed to avoiding Savannah for most of them. It's ... well, it's only intentional in that it was difficult to explain why she'd made plans with only Violet twice now, why she'd yet again thrown a private outing for Beverly's birthday. That's really the crux of it lately. She should be bragging in the group chat about her work news, should be buttering Savannah up to persuade her to take a roommate, and she's... not behaving nearly as much like Giselle León lately as she should. Even the smile she wears as she bites the bullet and approaches her 'best friend' is just slightly less practiced, for only a few seconds, like even Giselle's face is managing to forget she has a role to play. "Savannah! Well, you're certainly a sight for sore eyes. Can I buy you a drink? That's assuming you're not meeting your mysterious soft launch. I didn't want to pry, but don't think I haven't noticed," she teases, kissing the blonde lightly on the cheek in greeting as she reaches her.

It's been nearly exactly a month since the wedding when Xavier strolls into Savannah's office. If required a certain level of patience and self-restraint to not immediately continue their... conversation, but he'd rather bother her when he can be more than consolation. From what little he can glean from anyone's digital footprints, there's very little else occupying her attention this month. Xavier, for once, does not have any plan other than to pester his poor friend as he offers a single wave, sliding elegantly into a free seat. "Ms. Fell. It's been too long. I like what you've done with the place."