#thread.xiang

Veer licked their lips as they made their way down the street towards the abandoned building they planned to stay the night in. It was cold, despite nearing the end of February, and Veer was well aware of the holes in their hoodie and their skinny jeans, their more fancy clothing carefully stored away in the sports bag that they left in places all over town whenever they were on the job. The job today had given them a good wad of cash, and they planned to spend it on a delicious dinner. They froze in their steps when seeing a familiar face. "Well well. Older, definitely, but not a face nor a set of eyes I will ever so easily forget... Xiang? Don't tell me we have reserved the same room?"

THREE DIAL TONES--

Bo didn't show that they noticed how the other sat down opposite of them, typing away on his laptop with speed that could get them an award or at least a spot on the best 1000 speed typers if that was the kind of attention he was hoping for. Once he was content with his work, he closed the laptop and pushed it out of the way. He leaned his whole back into the comfy boot, and propped one foot up on the bench next to Xiang. "Didn't think you'd show up," they commented. Their voice low in the almost deserted diner.

They smirked. "Kinda just wanted to say that if you were just looking for physical, you could've told me, wouldn't have been disappointed. The ghosting though." They shrugged.

Jax leaned forward over the table towards her co-worker, eyes slightly narrowed as she studied his face. "You really don't believe me?" she asked, again, as if she hadn't said it before. She certainly had. She had before simply thought that the conversation was over, and that she'd been able to convince him. She looked hurt for a moment, but then crawled back up and took a sip from her coffee. "Is it because I'm such a well-rounded individual?" she asked, hoping to deflect this time. Though she really wanted to convince him.