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Three weeks of bed rest was driving her insane, the brunette had stared at the wall more times than she could count and if one more person told her to just “get more sleep” she was going to scream at them. The second she’d been able to move around a little bit more Katerina had found herself downstairs, relishing in the feeling of at least being able to do something for herself, even if it was something as small as getting some water. The bottle in her hand she turned from the fridge and let it slip as the other entered the room. A face that had once brought butterflies to her stomach now filling it with so much dread. Her mouth was dry, frozen in her spot. A little bit too long and she needed to get the bottle, a hiss of pain coming out as she righted herself quickly, leaning against the countertop. “Gabriel. Wh--what are you doing here?”

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Maybe texting Gabriel over the last few days had been a bad idea but she hadn’t been able to help herself. It might have had something to do with talking to someone who had known her before this whole year, someone who knew most parts of her so well. Or maybe she wanted to believe that they hadn’t just been friends because of his brother. Sure Isaiah had been the reason that they’d met but they’d become friends on their own, hadn’t they? So many reasons to run, so much they’d have to work through to even get back to the same level they’d been at. And she wouldn’t have blamed him at all if Gabriel wanted it to remain business only. “Hey.” Her smile creeping up her lips as she saw the man, brighter than she had initially intended it to be. “I’m glad you came. Though please know if you actually brought a step stool I will tell Zed you’re his prime coffee target today.”

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“Abe!” His name left her mouth the second that Rosie saw the man enter the studio and she stopped in her tracks. Pacing was enough to somewhat calm her nerves but more than anything she just needed someone that she trusted. Needed to not be alone in the studio whilst whatever was happening out the back was happening. She didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the man in a tight hug. “I’m okay, I’m just really glad you’re here.”

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She’d only had two weeks with her open cafe before all shit had gone down and Kat had missed the place. This was her baby, the amount of work that she had put into it astronomical and whilst she’d known that Nadia would run it well whilst she was sick there was still a fear of the loss of control. Six weeks without knowing just what had happened in the place but now she was able to spend at least some time in there. A coffee in her hand the brunette had been headed to the back office when she caught his eye, of course this fucker was in here. “Picture of Dorian Gray huh? Looking for a book that foretells your future?” Raising the coffee cup to her lips she grinned again. “Thought you were dead. Well-- hoped is more the word.”

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In reality Rosie knew that she probably needed to take her work number off her Instagram, instead switch to online messages only but that was a story for another day. She had an appointment now though, a new client and it sounded like a challenge that she was willing to take on. “Cyrus?” The name out of her mouth as she approached the counter, “I’m Rosie.”

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The mark on her chest was fresh and if Kat were honest with herself, hurt like hell. Exhausted, she’d barely slept in the last week, not since everything had changed. The man she could have seen herself spending her life with was now dead and she’d taken the mark that she had sworn she never would. And of course had a birthday but that was nothing in the scheme of things. Still this lunch had been booked weeks ago and she wasn’t about to back out on it now. That would be obvious that something was wrong. As the taller man walked into the room Katerina stood, smiling at her friend. “Hey. So you survived Christmas?”

avalon flexes out her digits, before digging her hand into the jacket pocket in search of a single cigarette, however a downward curved line forms across the womans lips upon the realisation her red plastic lighter was no where to be found. “abe — do you have a lighter?” she questions her brother, passing by her inert lean against the entrance between the pathway and the repair shop. there’s evidence of bruise up her left arm. not worse for wear in comparison to the car being inspected in the next room, it’s sleek dark frame featuring a dent from a very minor fender bender. abraham, was the first that came to mind when asking for a ride home.