something like magic

“Yes, sir. I am absolutely certain that I am not who you think I am.” She muttered as the man continued to try and persuade her that she was the same girl that he knew. “I actually have to be somewhere now…if you could um…please move out of the way.”

"She said she doesn’t know you dude, so why don’t you back the fuck away before things get weird,” she said in a semi threatening tone. She watched the dude walk away before turning back to the girl. “Did you really not know him or trying to avoid the dude?”

“Spoiler alert: it’s me. I know, it’s a shock.”

“Well then I have a bottle of Jack with our names on it.”

“Is noon too early to go and get a beer? Asking for a friend.”

“Your friend sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, finally,” Bobbie huffed, offering Ronnie a lopsided grin despite her exasperation. It hadn’t been hard work, but she’d been looking forward to relaxing as soon as possible. “Miss me?”

"It hasn’t been that long, darling,” Ronnie said sliding the blonde’s drink over to her a smirk. In truth she obviously enjoyed being in the fellow blonde’s presence but she wouldn’t dare admit that out loud. “Drink up, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“He finally release you?” Ronnie asked pouring Bobbie her usual as the girl pulled up on her stool.

Bobbie: trust me, it's against my will. wilder is up my ass about some shit i gotta do.

Bobbie: i can bring food to make up for it though, unless you're gonna eat before i get there

Ronnie: doesn't he know it's a holiday? what a slave driver.

Bobbie: in my defense, i was pretty distracted when i left

Bobbie: well, i have to now to get my jacket. i'm gonna be a little late though

Bobbie: are you fucking kidding me? i was looking for it all morning

Ronnie: You should be more careful, if I didn't know you I would keep it for myself