𝖽ⳕ⳽ⲧⲁⲛⲧ ⲙⲉⲙⲟⲅⳕⲉ⳽ ϟ ۵

mumu blog by hawk. felipe ( zeus ) and harley ( icarus ) for THEIKOSHQ

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Felipe Moreno   ϟ                                            Harley Moon  ۵                                      ( information & & wanteds )

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oldgcds​: 

as soon as he called out for alex and found out his roommate wasn’t home, parker beckoned harley to just come in. it probably would’ve been way more awkward if he actually dragged a chair to the hallway, like he was preventing harley from coming in. that definitely wasn’t the case, so he just got the first aid kit over to the living area. “he’s not home. but you’re right. i’m quite excited about it, but i’m not very… versatile.” or confident that what was in his sketchbook was acceptable for any art course. not that he was bad, but he didn’t really branch out. “i guess… but you need a portfolio. and i don’t have that.”

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as he heard that Parker’s roommate wasn’t home, he moved towards the living room, making sure to avoid any expensive things, given his rather clumsy history. This included any rugs he came accross to make sure he doesn’t spill any blood on it. The bleeding has stopped ( or as far as he could see ) but he couldn’t be careful enough. “How do you mean?” Harley asked, sitting down on the first chair he could find, not too close to the big windows. He doesn’t want to look at them. He’s happy he sits now though. “Do you have some examples?” He was getting a little excited for Parker’s art now. “I’m not an expert but I’d love to take a look!”

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oldgcds​:

“how do you measure a cold spot?” minni repeated, incredulous at this point. she was on the verge of acting extremely disrespectful, and she definitely had to keep herself in check in order to not lose her advantage here. if she found something and felipe decided to conveniently change her mind and hire actual professionals to finish the job… she’d lose a very interesting business prospect. “with… with a thermometer,” she responded, unable to keep the genuine surprise out of her tone. “it’ll be a few degrees colder than the rest of the room, that’s all there is to it, really…”

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he really didn’t like her tone, but he also supposed he’s had it coming. Looking at her, his initial fear ( if you can call it that in the first place, he sure as hell won’t admit it ) was replaced with anger-- frustration. How dare she talk to him like that? Instead of voicing it, he let a huff pass his lips, and as he did that, he moved a little more to the wall. “Whatever, just do what you have to do, ghosts or not.” he folded his arms over his chest and averted his gaze, not as if there was something to look at. “Do you need to film too? I don’t want to be on it.” He quickly added. 

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oldgcds​:

of course she wasn’t going to stick around. she was a lowly intern here, and it felt like people were trying to make her look stupid and unqualified at every turn just because she had felipe’s eyes on her. he wasn’t going to give her a promotion when she had virtually no qualifications for one, and she definitely didn’t want to rise to the top of eagle news with him there. “oh, definitely. unless told otherwise, i’m going to just keep doing what i’m doing. no comment from you means i’m doing well.” or it meant that he was a lazy shit who didn’t pay attention. yujin knew what she believed. “what? you think i’ll snitch to the next girl you take on a lunch date? please,” she scoffed.

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As much as he hated seeing people go, especially those to whom he has particularly close to, it was also nice, a change that he, too, needed. Meaning, in every way possible. It’s for them to become more experienced, but also good to see new faces around. “You’re doing fine,” he assured her with a smile and wink. Oh, he paid attention all right, but gave attention to the wrong things. Although lately, he’s been upping his game: the company was his life and he didn’t want to see it go. Therefore, he hadn’t been paying as much attention to other things. Even if he wanted to. “I wouldn’t dare accusing you of that.” a beat. “Besides, it’s not only girls I take on dates.”

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tidalwashed​:

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Leaning against the door frame across from him, she took a second to fish for a jaw clip in her purse with her free hand to put up her damp hair. “Acrobatics,” she informed, never one to downplay the athleticism behind the craft but mostly because she just liked to toy around. After all, she knew what usually came with disclosing her line of work to men, whether it stayed on their mind or not - if they knew what it meant to be an aerialist. But something told her he knew. “Silks, hoops, moons, you name it.” A knowing smile then began to trickle in as she raised her cup to her lips, not quite yet taking a sip. “I’m an aerialist…Questions, comments, concerns?” She teased to then tip her drink for a taste. Of course, she had the other job, but there was no need to mention that. Her eyes then fell to his smile briefly before her head shook with a laugh and a lighthearted roll of her eyes, “Oh, perdón! Where are my manners?”

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in all honesty, he hadn’t expected that, or simply because he didn’t want--or care enough-- to assume. His brows rose in surprise and he nodded as he took another sip from his beverage. “Flexible,” he mentioned, a gentle smirk pulling on his lips as he thought about it. “I’m always a little envious of people with a lot of flexibility,” he mentiones, switching the cup to his other hand and looking from Mia to the pouring rain outside. “I’ve never had that ability.” maybe in bed. He shrugs. “It’s a little too late for that now.” he paused, mulling this information over. “Do you like it? Swining around in silks and hoops?”

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sheofthewild​:

It was safe to assume that this promised to be an interesting evening. They haven’t had one on one time, at least not the kind that merits to be labeled as intimate and in a way it made Astar nervous. Truth be told he still had that effect on her. It was annoying to think about it, especially in his presence but the hairs on the back of her neck are standing at the prospect of alone time with Felipe. No buffer, just them having dinner and potentially triggering a bomb to go off between them. Still, even knowing, feeling all that, the brunette felt a sense of enjoyment at the prospect. It was as if she was daring some invisible force to do its worst when it came to them. If she were to guess how he was feeling, it was most likely the opposite to her. He didn’t look forwards to it at all but some part of him had a morbid curiosity that he just needed to feed. Felipe had a thing about him to challenge himself out of his comfort zone, just like her. Which made their entire relationship seem like a an open joke for the world to see. It is why they had such a falling out. Albeit their differences, they were the type of human that were too stubborn for their own good and it is what brings them to this particular time and place on their lives. She will never admit to having feelings for the guy, it would be stupid in this darn time but she can admit to feeling like her life had a shot of adrenaline every time he was near. It made other things to come out to the forefront like desire. But that? Well, that was something she is accustomed to deny herself because the alternative was rather messy and neither of them were in the right mind space for that, or at least she wasn’t, thinking for him seems pointless.

“Well I don’t blame you for that.” She is crossing her arms, mind already recalling all their old memories together. Astar did dragged him around every Greek restaurant she could find when they were dating. She had, has, an obsession and never could really get into the root of it. Regardless, here she is convincing him, yet again. Felt too familiar for comfort. “Honestly I don’t think I have the energy to drive.” And she doesn’t. Astar had been working none stop for the last six hours, she did forget to eat after all. Work had a way of winding her up. Once she began a task there was no power on earth that could stop her and that was a bad habit of hers. It is what brought upon so many problems in her life. If Felipe’s inability to keep a relationship stemmed from him wanting to live the single like, her was using her job as an obstacle to have a healthy relationship. They were more alike than she liked to admit and it grinds at her mind whenever she realizes it.

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a nod, then a button on his phone was all it took. He put the phone against his ear and talked to the chauffeur to come pick them up and bring them to the nearest Greek restaurant. “Thanks,” and that’s how he ended the conversation, turning towards Astar as he stepped into the elevator. “You still haven’t told me what your thing is about Greek food,” he was trying to make conversation, helping the elephant out of the room. There was really no awkward thing necessary between the two of them ; he was way over it ( or was he really? ) and he certainly didn’t hold grudges, well not anymore anyway. “You still don’t seem to be over it, not even after all those years.” He said with a grin on his face, looking at her briefly before gazing at the numbers going down slowly. He was sure that his chauffeur was waiting for him downstairs ... the elevator always took forever to arrive after the many floors. 

    He allowed a sigh to pass his lips. He’s tired, the one day he decided to stay a little longer took a bigger toll on him than he expected. “How do you do it?” A beat, he looked at Astar once again. “Work late every day and still be able to--” look this good? But he didn’t say that. “Being able to deal with work?”

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fallengcds​:

stuck with me for the day. damnit. how did this go so quickly from the zookeeper being the one stuck with zak to now him being trapped with the zookeeper ? when did he lose the upperhand ? he’d literally rather be anywhere else than chained to a stranger making polite chatter about the birds. including arrested. but then again, he really couldn’t afford to have something else on his record, especially when it could be easily avoided. zak’s raised hand falters where it’s raised pointing to the exit, face going through a complicated range of emotions as it falls back to his side. fuck. the force of the scowl he settles could rival only the other mans smug smile in intensity, and it would not be a stretch to say zak’s sulking. tour it is, then. “ oh boy. i sure can’t wait to learn about … ” his eyes dart to the first sign he can see. “ … the bald eagle. ” his voice is filled with the most hollow enthusiasm possible.

zak flinches slightly at the sudden motion towards his hand, even more petulant at the thought of close contact with any body, but he’s pretty much resigned to his fate. obliging, he wanders over in front of the metal wires, staring blankly inside for a few moments. the bald eagle stares back. or maybe it doesn’t, who the fuck knows. its a bird. “ … it doesn’t do much, huh. ”

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once they arrived at the bald eagle’s home, as Harley liked to call it -- a huge cage with multiple grand trees and more than enough space to fly in, he let go of Zak’s hand and started talking. And oh boy, when the birdkeeper started talking about birds, god know when he’ll stop. He hadn’t actually expected Zak to join in regardless, for him to walk away instantly after his suggestion, but Harley decided not to dwell on it too much and rather wade himself in the pride that came with his actions. For once, his impulsiveness lead to something he could happily think back to.    “So as you know, or not,” he added, tilting his head slightly. “The bald eagle is the national bird of the United States, and not without reason.” He’s sure the other was able to make the connection. “And the big misconception of the bald eagle is that it’s not actually bald, the name refers to the old meaning of being white.” He looked at the eagle, who came waggling towards them. I should have brought some snacks along, Harley thought as he saw the big bird. “And it looks perpetually angry, reminds me of someone.” he said as he looked at Zak with a grin.

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dcylght​:

“They say that only 1 in 15 people end up getting a prize from claw machines. It’s more a matter of chance and the type of machine than it is skill…” Kit stared with laser-intent at the machine filled with adorable prizes, trying to hold some level of resolve while also not looking like a crazy person to Harley, “Is it weird to be 24 and still wanting that adorable fox stuffed animal?” They tapped the glass with a nail, as if willing the item to fall into a position that might be easier to grab.

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with curious and definitely childish intent Harley looked inside the glass at the prizes they are able to win. Once the prizes caught his eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at it. Of course, who needs a ratatouille plushie ? obviously, he does. He therefore shakes his head at the other standing just like him -- at least he’s not alone eager to win a prize. “No, no!” He offers a smile, albeit a little shy. “You know, I’m standing here too and ... I kinda want that Remy plush.” It was perhaps a little ridiculous, two twenty-four year olds gushing about the claw machines ; but at the same time, they were here to enjoy their time too!

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fallcnstxrs​:

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hadrian nodded, of course, his brother was always in some sort of trouble.. well maybe not trouble per say but he had a way of finding it. “just in case, huh?” he chuckled. his brother brother continued explaining the need.  it made since.. they were older and why do the dirty work when someone else could do it for you. as his older brother relaxed more he could feel himself follow suit. “still take me? i remember things a little differently, brother.” he laughed, “not to mention i can for sure take you now, old man. you don’t have little brother around to tag team with now.”

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this was nice, actually, hanging out with someone he could be absolutely genuine with, which didn’t happen as often as he would like. As much as he is an asshole, Felipe, like almost every human being, liked human interactions when he could laugh, fool around and get serious with. However, the lack thereof iis entirely his own fault; he never sought them out, which results in ... complex relations. Felipe huffed in amusement. “No? I remember you wailing on the ground, asking for help,” he siad with a grin. The thing is, with the Moreno brothers the result could change by the day. 

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tidalwashed​:

“Pobre.” She took a second to look around in case anyone a little more prepared than them two happened to leave behind a umbrella, taking a sip of her tea. She could feel the man’s need to go back to what she could only assume was his work, but her eyes soon met back with him when he spoke again. If anything, she was more worried about getting sick. “Oh, no, I don’t work until it’s night out,” she said before it began to dawn on her how it could’ve been interpreted. That’s not right. It seemed to be an off-day, after all. “I’m a performer, you see,” she clarified, though it was still little vague, but she felt it fit best to describe what she does. “Oye, you’re not actually planning on waiting around here, are you?” Considering his face was well known to public, she wouldn’t doubt someone here would be willing to walk him across. Or at least have someone from across run over to get him. Pride, perhaps? “Or should I feel flattered?“

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the man was by no means going to walk all the way across the street and get his shoes wet just because of a little shower that’s not unusual for these parts. Now he could text his chauffeur to get him an umbrella, but that would be the least of fun now would it? He sipped his own beverge and looked at the woman with whom he had been talking with. She really did look lovely, even though of the gloom of the bad weather that was over them. Felipe rose his brows at her comment, a gentle tug of  smirk curling his lips, but it was brief, just like ( he hoped ) the rain would be. “Ah, what kind of performances do you do?” To anyone lse he might seem interested, but this isn’t really the case; it’s all out of self-interest.  “You should always feel flattered by my presence,” it was a little bit of a joke, but he wasn’t afraid to express his confidence, which he also let know by a big smile.

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sheofthewild​:

One a good day, Hana was able to identify her emotions and deal with them as best as she could. Some were easier than others though the sense of loss had been something she isn’t too accustomed to. Truth be told she wished there was a way to speed the clock ahead to where everything was better and the pain was more manageable but that wasn’t going to happen, so the need to go through the pain was exhausting to even think about. Still, there was nothing else to be done but just go through and hope that  things will get better sooner rather than later. “Agreed they are.” It wasn’t often that they were in the same wavelength but when it came to seeing how feelings were a form of torture to the human soul, they seem to have a consensus.

Clearing her mind was exactly what she needed.

Standing, Hana took a deep breath. There was no point in wallowing when there was so much to do and overloading Felipe with her problems didn’t seem professional. Though part of her feels lucky that he even cared enough to ask about her well being. It was hard to look at him like everyone else did when moments like these (as rare as they were) exist. “I do a lot of walking, it helps that I have a dog that could use a little stretching.”

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it was quite rare that care comes from the CEO, considering he has never cared for anyone else but himself in the past. However, some people here ( which would remain unnamed, a certain CFO ) have made him had a little bit of a change of heart. It was hard to switch up his usual attitude to people, but hey, at least he is trying. Which better be worth something. Apparently being kind and having basic human decency isn’t something he got naturally by being raised, and it seemed all of the Moreno’s kids got about the same result. 

    Felipe pulled on his jacket and headed for the elevator, pressing the 35th button. The way it was a little awkward in the elevator with just the two of them is why Felipe always rode alone. He couldn’t bear the forced chit chat that seemed to be the norm, and yet here he was, trying.  “So,” He began as they descended. “How do you like it here so far?”

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oldgcds​:

parker wasn’t one to invite people over that often. alex was, and seeing as parker got reminded every time of how pleasant that experience was for him, he decided not to be that person. so he didn’t comment when harley offered to stay near the entrance, because it worked out well. he should’ve just texted his roommate to see if he was around. “alright, you can stay in the hallway, if you want! i can bring a chair, even.” he wasn’t planning on playing nurse, but he’d provide the materials, at least. “yeah, exactly. i want that back, but it’s difficult! i’m looking at art, but i don’t think i’m… qualified enough.”

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Parker really was so friendly to Harley that he wanted to bring a chair to the hallway for him. From the distance, he could definitely find the view interesting, so long he doesn’t have to look down at something, he’s probably fine. probably. “Thanks,” the birdkeeper said with a kind smile. He didn’t want to feel like he was intruding on anything with Parker’s roommate or anything, so also for that reason, it’s better to just stay in the hallway.  “Art is great too.” He commented as he waited for the chair to arrive. “And I don’t think you’d have to be super qualified for that? Art is also a little bit of expression.” He doesn’t understand it often, though, but that’s not the point. 

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sheofthewild​:

When he spoke up it was unavoidable to feel like his voice was haunting her. It had been that way ever since she arrived. It added to the pressure the floodgate doors had been going through. She is trying, quite hard actually, to not allow those doors to open. Otherwise she’ll be visited by the memories of days gone by. Beautifully dammed story between two people that no longer share any more history, or at least not the kind that intertwined their souls together. It was a notion that added to her sadness when they first parted ways but now it just bitterness that coated her tongue. Pressing her lips together into a tight smile, Astar nodded her answer to him pushing, yet again, a hair strand behind her ear.

“I may have forgotten lunch.” She took a step back, half turning to the side to get a view of him when he gets away from behind the desk. If she was being honest with herself, Astar much prefer having dinner with another human being. It wasn’t like she always alone, but her friend had left for LA about a week ago to close some business so now she is cursed to eat take-outs and not the delicious meals Rosie prepared for her. Plus, seeing as her interactions with Felipe cease to be heated discussion, especially in the last months,  the brunette was genuinely curious to see where this would go. “How about Greek food?” It was her favorite after all.

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with a shrug Felipe pulled on his jacket and made sure everything was in order in the mirror. If he was honest, he wasn’t really looking forward to dine with her, mainly because she’s his ex, and there was really nothing good about going on a date with someone like that. But over the past few weeks he has grown fond of her again; the way she’s authorative over everything is something he liked. And most importantly, she was keeping the company running, it was flourishing. In any case, he had looked after her more than once when she came to deliver her usual documents despite the arguments frequenting between them, and he hated himself for it. Was this also the reason why he had asked her to join him on this dinner date? To try to mend everything between them?

    The CEO pressed his lips together in contemplation and then nodded. “That’s something I haven’t had in such a while.” And now that she mentioned it, his stomach let out a small growl as well. Working late is paying off. “I’ll make the arrangements in the car. I’ll call my chauffeur.” He paused as he headed out of his office. “Unless you want to drive?” She didn’t seem like the kind of person that liked to leave fate in the hands of others. 

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fallengcds​:

“ nothing major, ” ravi parroted back at his friend, exasperated and hopelessly fond in equal measure. “ you could be holding your own guts in on the pavement and you would probably still insist that ‘ it’s totally fine. no need to worry about me ! ‘ ” not that ravi was one to talk, though, given that he pulled the exact same shit. do as i say and not as i do and all that. but as his eyes skimmed his friend and did a quick once over, habitually categorizing any injuries, harley really did seem for the most part okay and ravi allowed himself to relax slightly. “ honestly, how you find yourself more injured working with birds of all things over lions or tigers never ceases to amaze me. ” though he highly suspected harley would be able to injure himself working with just about anything, fish included. following his friend into the apartment, he took a moment to consider how honest he really wanted to be in response to that question. trauma dumping all the awful things he saw as a critical care physician onto people not trained to deal with that wasn’t usually a good call. “ same old, same old, ” he ended up settling on with what he hoped wasn’t too tired looking a smile. “ so full that i barely had time to hear myself think, but that just makes the day go faster so it’s not so bad. probably not as fun as working at the zoo, though. ”

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“you know, you sound like Billy here,” he gestured to the bird who also parroted back something Harley has taught him ‘whatcha doing?’ seemed to be his favourite phrase lately, and truthfully, it’s driving Harley a little bit insane. The birdkeeper ducked his head at how truthful that rung, and he bit his lower lip, hoping that the flush of embarrassment didn’t reach his cheeks. “I guess after all this time I’ve built up quite a tolerance.” He said with an apologetic smile, although it wasn’t clear what he’s supposed to be sorry for. It’s who he is after all. He headed to the kitchen to pour them something to drink. “Beer?” He called from there, picking a non-alcoholic drink for himself. He didn’t really feel like drinking himself. As Ravi asked him a question, he peeked his head around the corner, a smile on his lips. “I don’t work with tigers or lions! I don’t think that would be a wise thing.” He laughed before disappearing into the kitchen again, only to return with some homemade cookies. Harley shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it,” He was genuine, and was that worry seeping through his tone? That Ravi looked tired almost everytime they hung out, and that didn’t walk past Harley. “The zoo was alright, aside from a little naughty bird.” He showed Ravi his arm; the bleeding has stopped but there was a nasty gash on it. Not something to walk around with much longer. 

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fallcnstxrs​:

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the change in scenery was nice–  as nice as the city could be. compared to the dwellings of his clubs it was a change for the better. “you need security these days, brother?” he asked with a smirk. of course his brother did. it seemed they both always had security around. but much different types. hadrian’s seemed like goons.. the big scary type no one really wanted to mess with.. more than likely murdered someone. but he knew they both lived different lifestyles and needed them for different reasons, “i always thought you were more of the take care of them on your own type.” he replied, a smug grin on his face as he strolled down the sidewalk next to his brother. 

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tucking his hands in his pockets as they strolled Felipe nodded in answer to his brother’s question. “Unfortunately, yeah,” there was a pause before he continued. “I get some threats from time to time,” he shrugged, it didn’t hurt him one bit. “But I thought it was a good time to hire some people around me, just in case.” His eyes were on the ground before them before raising them to Hadrian. “You’re right, but I’m getting older. I don’t think I can take many people anymore,” He grinned. “As much as I want to.” He looked around a little bit; the streets seemed quiet enough to relax a little bit. “I bet I can still take you though. You barely grew an inch.”

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tidalwashed​:

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Though delicate, her nose scrunched at the mention of coffee. Too bitter for her taste, but if she were looking for any other sign to get herself something, she supposed that could do. Though, not before she sent half a smile his way that practically oozed ‘ha-ha’ with a touch of sarcasm. “So he does have jokes,” she teased, insinuating she’d thought he had a ghostwriter to write his jokes in his appearances in comedy shows. She then went to check her phone for the estimate of when the heavy rain was going to cool off, even for just a moment. “Pues, I better make myself comfortable,” she mused. Unlike him, she wasn’t due to work until late at night, so she wasn’t exactly in a rush to leave. She walked further into the coffee shop to order herself a cup of hibiscus tea, but right as she was about to find a table to set everything down, she saw the man lingering around the exit still. The Eagle Tower right across the street. No umbrella. That’s when it hit her.  “You’re stuck here too, huh?” She chimed in, meeting back with him and feeling better about her embarrassment earlier. It wasn’t that she got starstruck per say. She had been a stunt-double, after all. It was just the situation. Little did she know then how satirical it actually was.

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raising his brows in surprise, Felipe looked over to the woman as he leaned on the doorpost. Did she believe that he wasn’t genuine on every platform he appears? Or was that just something he assumed from her? Felipe has a writer who meticulously writes everything down for him to say ; contrary to people’s belief, he isn’t that smart as the tv makes the people believe. Smart enough to run a billion-dollar company from his lazy chair, but not smart enough to think of his own clever words. He chose not to comment on it and simply took another sip of his drink.

     the CEO’s eyes tailed the woman as she went to retrieve herself a ... tea. Of course, he could’ve guessed it. Not a coffee person. “I guess I am. I hadn’t counted on rain either.” He leaned against the doorpost as he looked at the grey sky. “I hope you didn’t have any plans this afternoon.”