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Tomas didn’t mind overpriced lunches so long as he had decent company. Considering that Tatum was willing to listen to him drone on about the most mundane inconveniences in his life, he barely even noticed that he was spending thirty dollars on a plate of omelettes. And, fine, the mimosas helped too. As he downed his fourth glass, Tomas leaned back in his seat as he continued on with his rant. “Seriously, what if I just buy that stupid gossip blog? People do it all the time. Disney bought Fox and now there’s a ton of Spider-Man movies. Seriously, I’d be doing everyone a favour.”

“  just  a  grande  dark  roast  ,  please  .  ”  it's  the  only  one  hour  he  managed  to  find  for  himself  ;  post  tour  situationship  being  everything  from  bittersweet  to  chaotic  ,  an  endless  list  of  friends  they  have  to  visit  after  six  months  of  contacting  through  facetime  .  he  turns  around  ,  yet  instead  of  just  walking  into  one  of  the  free  tables  as  they  anticipated  ,  they  are  met  with  the  brown  hues  he  used  to  think  he  knows  perfectly  .  vinnie  can  feel  his  heart  drop  and  that's  it  ,  almost  convinced  everyone  else  around  him  could  hear  the  intense  beating  .  “  oh  ,  ”  for  a  second  that's  all  that  can  get  through  his  throat  .  he  should  know  it'd  happen  sooner  or  later  ‒  he'd  never  be  lucky  enough  to  avoid  her  forever  and  of  course  they  would  bump  into  her  in  as  big  of  a  city  as  new  york  .  “  i  guess  you’re  back  ...  from  your  tour  .  ”  it's  not  that  he  wanted  to  know  what  tatum  was  up  to  ;  yet  it  was  hard  to  avoid  ,  especially  in  his  mentions  and  all  over  social  media  .  all  vinnie  could  feel  is  how  his  body  tenses  with  every  passing  second  as  they  look  at  her  ,  almost  as  if  he's  looking  at  a  stranger  .