#sealedhim

        Kimiko was all things considered, having a good day. Frenchie brought her home a new nail color.  With a wide smile, she looked upon her blue sparkling nails. When she finally looked up – she noticed a stranger in the office. Unsure of what his motives were, she took out her phone. Tentatively she typed out on her phone, ‘can I help you?’  And held it up for him to read. With the hope that he posed no threat. She abhorred when things turned to violence. Plus M.M. would not appreciate having to disinfect the office again.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲. 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤-𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧). 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬.

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠? ( @sealedhim )

Moe at least keeps herself pleasant - ish. A single eyebrow raised as he explains who he was and what he did - and most importantly, why he was standing there, at her favorite dive bar, lurking like an unwelcomed cousin at a holiday party. (She should have let them kick him out for asking too many questions but, what can she say? She's weak for a pretty man with baggage.)

"Oh, baby boy, you're gunna need to work harder than that to get my number." And yet, she's taken his card. Slipped it away in an inner pocket of her jacket with too much ease. "You know, a drink. A smoke. A good time."