@ThreadedSoul The cab was quickly called to pick the pair up and drop them elsewhere.
“It should be here in a few minutes.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to warm them while they waited, the temperature slowly continuing to drop.
| Let It Snow |
It was much colder than he anticipated, the stage manager frantically rubbed his hands together and tried to breathe some life into his fingertips. Breath left his lips in fluffy plumes of white. Winter was here to stay for the foreseeable future.
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@ThreadedSoul Ryan let out a warm chuckle, rubbing his hands together. Her smile was catching, his own smile spread wider than normal.
“Ah— I was craving the same thing, guess we’re in sync.” A casual wink was tossed her way as he for his phone.
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@ThreadedSoul Sun was slowly setting over over the winter skyline, painting their world in reds and oranges.
“I can call us a cab to get into city. We have reservations at a little Italian place.”
@ThreadedSoul Ryan waved her protest off with a sheepish grin, reaching to hold the door open for her.
“It was no problem,” he began, making sure the door closed behind her. “I live in Brooklyn too so it really wasn’t out of the way.”
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“He’s a good kid, it’s the least I could do,” he laughed.
God— her smile, even the softest smile threatened to make his heart burst. He held her hand to his chest, letting it rest over his heart.
“I’m glad you’re here. It’s better if you’re here.”
Good with kids? He was good with kids, oh lord hath merthy. She gave a quiet little sigh, that smile soft as she watched him take her hand.
“That’s really sweet of you!”
Her mind was turning to mush.
“Yeah—“ he replied lamely, catching her hand in his.
“My nephew loves Star Wars so I had this made to surprise him for his birthday… we aren’t cheap when we wan to surprise kids,” he chuckled, his thumb brushing over Emilia’s knuckles.
“I—“
There she was, frozen between a rock and a ridiculously tall hard place. Her own gaze, inquisitive moved similarly to his own — and then lower as a finger poked at the fabric of his tunic.
“This is really nice fabric.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
He towered over her and the pair were closer than they ever were before. His dark gaze briefly dipped lower to his lips before going back to her eyes, he couldn’t do that not yet. The liquor made me everything more extreme.
“Emmy—“ that’s all he said.
Her body flared with a wave of heat, back falling back against the column slowly as she looked up at him.
Was it the alcohol? Was it the leather? The word my never know. A soft, nervous laugh escaped.
“Y-yeah, we’ll coordinate!” She said, using his word.
Rey— the love interest?
“You would have made a cute, Rey,” he noted, ducking down a bit closer, arm braced overhead on the pillar to be heard.
“We would have made quite the pair! Next time!”
“Rey would have been a much better option!”
Did she just say that? Why did that have to be the character that came to mind — well who else would Kylo Ren coordinate with.
“But so do you! I didn’t either until the middle of the day—“
“Well you look great,” he replied, an easy and reassuring smile spread across his face.
“We could have coordinated, but I didn’t know you were coming!”
Coordinated— Ryan tripped over the word as he said it.
She could have melted into the brick itself when his own natural bass came so close, but she forced herself to turn around — elbow leaning awkwardly against the column, hand by her face.
“I just — really? Thank you! I didn’t have the time or enough warning!”
“Hi—“ he replied awkwardly as she turned away to face the column.
Ryan’s gaze took in their surroundings, checking for anyone that would make her uncomfortable. Coast was clear? He dipped down to be heard over the roaring bass.
“I love your costume! Handmade?”
Just like the sickly Edwardian boy she looks like, Emmy lightly chokes on her drink and has no defense but to turn and face the column as she goes red.
“Ryan— HI.”
This is where she dies. RIP Emilia Chen, sister, daughter, good at sewing.