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Her ramblings had become something adorable to Cole. It seemed as though she was similar to him when he was sober. Maybe this was her tipsy: rambling and adorable. He was a more mellow person with alcohol in his system. The doctors were still baffled by it. Cole chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I understood what you said, don’t worry. And now I know if I’ve ever been a sex victim, I’ll go to him. But, ah, I haven’t met him and I think I’ve heard his name once, maybe twice. From what I heard he’s a good man… kind of firm, but good.” The weight of her touches kept the brisk New York air from chilling him. Soon enough they’d be at the little cafe where it was nice and warm. “It’s not too far,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to go home now when we’re so close.” After a few beats, he added. “I’m Cole, by the way, Cole Alexander.”

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Cole. So he did have a name, and it wasn't one she was inclined to shy away from. Micheal, that was one of those names, but not this name. Cole. It fit his smile that lifts his features so easily, it complies with his inviting voice. She watched him speak, enjoying how comfortable he was in each movement. His lips curved beautifully around each syllable, his breath curled out in front of him before he walked through it. He gave off a glow of confidence and something just below the surface, in the slight tenderness of his voice she couldn't quite ignore. "I'm glad you haven't been a sex victim." Stupid! I don't want anyone to be a sex victim! The minutes passed as they walked ever closer to the cafe, her eyes flit to his profile, admiring the way he was. Afraid of the way her heart raced at even the thought of him looking her way. She realized she hadn't spoken in a while, letting out a soft laugh to fill the silence awkwardly. Heather was always like this: awkward, clumsy; but it was usually easier for her to flirt and toy with anyone and everyone she met. Cole had a strange way of blocking that portion of her mind. "This place is cute." Heather spoke as she gazed upon the less-busy cafe. Smells of freshly brewed coffee poured from inside, sending a shiver up her spine. Her lips pulled into a smile as she listened to some of the small talk that came right before the bell rang as someone walked out of it. "I can't believe I've never been here before, how'd you find this place?"

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Awaiting her answer, Cole fidgeted, leaning on one foot to the other. Up above he could hear the sound of an airplane or two, but his eyes remained on her face. When she finally answered and slipped her hand around her bicep, offering up a simple explanation for it, he smiled down at her. “I think I can manage that, but if I get thrown off balance, we’re both going down,” he said, “keep that in mind.” The simple smile morphed into a teasing grin as they began to walk away from the noisy drunk couples hanging all over each other. New York was oddly quiet if one could drown out the sound of the airplanes, air conditioners, drunk people, sober people, cars passing a few blocks away, and of course the police sirens. Maybe that’s what he loved about this damn city. There was never complete silence; there was always something to keep him occupied. “You’re going to have to remind me of your name again,” he said plainly. “It seems as though the alcohol has stolen my memory.”

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She let a light laugh pass from her lips at his joke. If they did fall shed never be able to live it down. He seemed as one to pick at people, but only in good fun. "I will..." She watched ahead of them as he began to lead her toward the cafe. She moved out of the way of a particularly drunk girl in a dress tight enough to see the extra something she had in her bra swerved her way. Her side brushed against his, she smiled offering a small apology. She wan't especially displeased of it, but she wasn't going to admit anything either. Professional, that's all they were and would ever be. "Right, that's rude of me. I don;t know your name either." She licked her lips before looking up at him. He looked expectant, and his nose was a beautiful slope, no. What am I thinking? "I'm Heather Reeves. Maybe you know my father, Jacobson Reeves. He's a lawyer in the area, does a lot of sexual victim cases." She awaited his answer, glancing at the side of his handsomely featured face while rethinking her words. "I don't mean that you would know him because you were a part of one of his cases, I mean that he's fairly popular around is all. I'm sorry, sometimes I say things and other people usually think into what I say too much. I'm sorry." She was doing it again, rambling, she set her forehead against his arm and shook it. "I'll leave if I need to, the embarrassment is enough to shut me in for weeks."

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He heard the cab driving away and he scuffed the top of his shoe against the cement. She had been nice. But such was his life, right? At the sound of a closing door, Cole looked up to see her running back. What was she doing? When she tripped, he flinched and raised his hands as if he were going to steady her even though she was much farther than his arm reach. The avoidance of his gaze made him afraid for a few seconds until she locked gazes with him. Cole raised his eyebrows in wonder. Just as he was about to speak, she started. “Ah—yeah—yeah okay, I could go for food actually. And uh, don’t worry; I ramble all the time. We can go to a cafe a block or two over if you’d like?” The prospect of having her as a friend even if it wasn’t completely the way he’d thought about it helped calm his nerves.

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She pondered the thought of a cafe. Coffee would help her mind think correctly. Food would keep her from talking. She nodded, looking around at the overly drunk people laughing hysterically. The sky above only shown half of the moon and two airplanes flying seemingly close together. She licked her lips before looking at him again. "Lead the way?" She hadn't wanted a friendship, she'd wanted the warmth in her heart to be there always, but maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the hope of someone caring about her in a way other than friendly. She took his bicep in her hand and smiled up to him. "For balance." She lied.

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She swirled her almost finished drink around the glass, watching as the bubbles formed before downing it completely. She looked up at the bartender, buzzed but not near drunk. "Do you know anyone who would be willing to help me move?"

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As she got into the taxi, Cole began to speak to the damp cement outside of the bar they’d just exited. “Of course, right, wouldn’t want to muddle things. So, uh, I’ll see you next rehearsal.” There was obvious disappointment in his body language, but in a matter of seconds, Cole straightened again and his confidence returned. The mask that hid his emotions had years of practice. She was being logical. He didn’t even know her name. It was Hannah? No, Heather—maybe Haley. It definitely started with an H, he knew that much. Sighing softly, Cole’s mouth pulled into a tight smile.

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This was usually easy for her. Hop in a cab, give an awkward good bye, maybe even tell them to call her without giving them the appropriate number, but his eyes. He'd let his feelings peak from under the layer of confidence, into a piece of his heart. She felt foolish as she gave him a small nod before shutting the yellow door. She felt herself break into ugly sobs before gaining her composure she'd always hated losing. Her eyes flit to the rear view mirror, watching as he kicked some loose gravel on the sidewalk. His hands wrung through his seemingly soft hair. She closed her eyes and let a small trail of breath pour from her lips before telling the cab driver to stop. She threw five bucks at him before opening the door of the taxi and exiting it clumsily. Her heeled foot twisted on the road but she continued toward him. She couldn't just leave him standing there. Her pace quickened as she made her way to him, her heart raced as she came into closer proximity. She looked around before meeting his eyes again. "I'm not saying we should, uh- be in a way romantic or whatever, but I don't want this night to end." Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way his eyes looked into hers. "Would you maybe want to get something to eat? I'm kind of starving an it's not good to consume alcohol on an empty stomach but that doesn't really matter to me actually." She looks away, blushes. "I'm rambling." She was making excuses.

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"Is that… is that too much to ask?"

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She wiped the tear that traced its way down her cheek. This new play was too much pressure, they'd just met and had a couple drinks, she didn't know the night had gone the way it had. "I'm not sure... We just met, we're doing a play together. It'd complicate things." Heather looked away, tried to joke about why the tears found their way from her tear ducts. What he'd said made her heart flutter, but she knew that mixing work and pleasure never ended in a good way. She'd thrown too many drinks to know it was a fact. She felt the alcohol swirl her thoughts, giving her a bigger sense of false hope in the future. "We should keep this to a professional relationship." With that, she turned toward the street, flagging a taxi with her purse. She glanced back at him, the interesting guy with no name, and gave him half a smile.