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“They’re disgusting, aren’t they?” Troy asked Eile, folding his arms over his chest as he watched Ren and Aishani walk on ahead of them on the trail. Walking hand in hand, all smiles as they seemed to share in a secret only the two of them knew.

“I gotta say that after a long day of work, it’s wonderful to come home to find Chinese food on the table. I am starving,” Josalyn said as she began to dig into her food and eat. She was tired after working a twelve hour shift and certainly needed the little break before she went back and did the same thing the next day. All she wanted to do right then was eat her food and catch up with Price. “You’re always amazing. Getting me food. Existing. It’s wonderful.”

Being the recovering alcoholic that he was, Beau had to find something to substitute. Coffee was his drink of choice and had been for the past couple of years. This of course meant he had a favorite place as Beau was not one for cliche places that everyone knew about and flocked to.

No, Beau was very much old school and preferred small, local places rather than cheap chain stores. 

As this was his favorite place that he visited more than once a day, Beau noticed who else was a regular here. Most of them he knew by face if not by name--except for her.

A small little thing, holed up by herself with books, pens and notebooks spread about her as she furiously scribbled into a notebook, brows drawn and muttering to herself as pen seemed to fly against the page.

“Baby it’s you! You’re the one I love! You’re the one I need! You’re the only thing I see! Come on baby it’s yoooou! You’re the one who gives your -” 

Allegra hated the early morning shift. Especially since she had been here since two ‘o clock this afternoon and she only had an hour to nap in between shifts. At least she’d be off the next three days before yet another double shift, so she at least had that to look forward to. 

So she was yawning, having a cup of coffee, when a group of cops walked in. Really young, attractive cops. Young, attractive, and slightly intimidating. But there was one in particular who caught her eye and despite her sleepiness, she had found herself smiling. The blonde one with the eyes. 

She pulled herself together and saw the other two waitresses arguing over who got the table, and she walked past them whispering, “My section,” before walking over to the table with a charming smile. 

It was no secret that Allegra lived a comfortable life. Her father was a British duke and her mother the daughter of a prominent French marquis. However, she never really cared about the pomp and circumstance of court life. She preferred to sit in the library and read all day and ride her horse, Buttercup. She’d come home, her dress stained and her hair a mess and her mother always yelled at her for it - her father chuckling softly and shaking his head at his free-spirited daughter. 

And as she rode back towards her estate, she was about to start her second favorite activity of the day. 

Teasing the farm boy, Sebastian. 

It was strange - she found herself coming back to the stables more often these days and finding the strangest excuses. Making him brush her horse, or making him water her horse, making him do this and that. And he’d always answer her in the same fashion. 

‘As you wish.’ 

“Farm boy,” she said as she rode in on her horse before climbing off of it and planting her feet on the dirty stable ground. She never called him by his name. “Take off Buttercup’s saddle and make sure to brush her properly this time.”