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@juliettevarona
BASICS.
full name: Juliette Celestina Varona nickname(s): Juju, Juls, Julie d.o.b. / age: April 16, 1991 / 30 height: 5'6 zodiac: Aries ( ☼ ), Virgo ( ☽ ), Capricorn ( ↗ ) gender: Cis Female pronouns: She / Her nationality: Mexican sexuality: Pansexual relationship status: Single hometown: Tuscon, Arizona occupation: Chef @ Bella Vida Cafe children: Zero pets: Amaretto (Ragdoll cat)
HISTORY. | KEY POINTS. | WANTED CONNECTIONS.
First off the first one needs no introduction. Saw it and instantly thought of you. Second, well, and this is the only time when I'll admit it. You are cooler than I am. If you ask again I'll deny it 😂. We hope you like your gifts. :)
In an effort to not remain completely miserable, Luca was about to take off in the opposite direction. He needed to direct his focus elsewhere; helping finalize the meal, rearranging the table settings, sticking his head in the microwave. Anything to distract him from her presence. Nonna, however, would have none of it, and, as he glanced down the hallway and into the entrance of the pantry, the matriarch was quick to point a slotted spoon at him in rebuke. A woman infinite in wisdom and sensibility, he suspected she could recognize Juliette’s likeness anywhere, or, as relatives often mentioned, “the reason Lulu hasn’t found himself una moglie yet”. Despite his efforts, it did not look like either of them were going to let him off that easy.
It was then that Juliette spoke, with what appeared to be genuine intentions, but her words still managed to illicit an instant and practically visceral reaction. “Oh, now you’re concerned with being hospitable?!“ Luca asked, arms flailing and cheeks flushing, unable to mask his incredulity and mounting frustration. But then they caught each other’s gaze, and he saw her — really saw her — and it wasn’t long before his expression changed to one of earnest affection, watching as she offered the familiar gesture in his direction. Was it really that simple? Could all be forgiven with a simple set of circular movements across the chest? Logically, the resolution offered little finality; there was still much to be discussed, so many things they still needed to work through. But he knew this was the start, and for the first time since New York, Luca felt this might actually lead to a mutually favorable outcome.
Following a deep inhale and naming five nearby items under his breath, he returned the gesture before stepping towards her, arm extended towards her in another gesture of goodwill. “As it turns out, we do have some time before dinner. Can I show you around?”
Time stood still, an uncomfortable fact that Juliette only lived out with Luca as of lately. Her hand remained clenched and hovered over the space where her heart stood. The only reason why she knew the damned hand motion was because of Luca, and though she knew deep down it was a bold move to use it, and that an ungodly amount of time had passed since she'd ran off without a word, she hoped for the sake of the sanctity of what sunday dinner was, that they could let bygones be bygones for now. Unfortunately, she could read every emotion that seemed to flash on his tanned features-- incredulous, anger, surprise, tenderness. As he returned the motion, she knew they had reached an impasse, something that could table all their other encounters so far, at least for tonight.
But then it was her turn to be slightly taken aback as he offered his arm to her, and rather than have anything biting to say back to him, she simply looped her arm into his own. "Sure, lead the way." The words didn't sound like her own, the inflection that was softer than she'd ever spoken to him before even more surprising. She pointed over to the trays she'd left, "My contribution, but it may not be quite up to par." Soon enough she was walking the halls with him, looking at the structure and detail that had been placed in the home. It exuded Italian classics, a sense of home that she hadn't felt since moving in with the Hewitt's.
Just as they were about to cross into the patio, she heard a small voice beckoning them both in a language that was still foreign to her. She turned her head and took in the vision of an older woman with a wooden spoon and a red stained apron. This must of been Nonna, who clearly wanted an opinion, but not Luca's, no it was Juliette's hand that she had grabbed asking if she would taste the gravy to make sure it had simmered properly and if it had what else did it need. She was taken aback as she said, "I'm not sure I really should but in here," But Nonna had insisted, placing a silver spoon in Juliette's hand. She looked back to see that Luca had followed them and with one careful taste, Juliette let the taste marinate on her tongue. "Sugar," She said instinctively, though she sheepishly looked down and said, "But of course you surely have to be the expert at this."
location: Beach Creek Oyster Bar and Grille with: @bitterswxets
On the suggestion of most of the Hewitt's, Juliette had found that her room had been lacking decor or at least any signs of life that a person could be living in the dwelling. Even though the chef found herself simply lodging in the space as she seemed to be out most hours of the day, she decided to take Dani up on her offer to give her a consult for interior designing. She'd already gotten a bed frame to decorate around which she diligently took a picture of, the rest was up to the other woman. Seeing Dani waiting by the table she'd secured, Juliette waved before taking her seat across from her. "Thank you for meeting me outside of my usual workplace," Juliette teased, as she was used to serving Dani smoothies or whatever else she wanted at Bella Vida. "Drinks first and then business?" Juliette asked, "Lychee martini right?"
"Things are different." To put it lightly as his digit dragged over the table where a crumb laid. Getting a napkin he wiped down the table and set it aside. "Pretty sure since we've walked in there's fifteen code violations. If fire chief Parker was here he'd verify for us." A part of him didn't quite know what he was going to do with another establishment but he figured he'd cross that bridge whenever he got the place back. On a one track mind in the moment he wanted to get one thing locked in before moving into step two. If he was being honest if he handled business like this he'd probably have his place shut down. The only reason this was overlooked was because of whoever was on top. He knew that and was sure Juliette knew that.
He laughed along with her and nodded his head. "That's fair. Though don't tell Emmy that. She'll act all grossed out. Quite frankly, mom could have fucked anyone here." The thought just made him shudder. "I'm a little whacky but you can deal with whacky." He knocked his shoulder against hers in a playful manner as a smile creased over his features. Luca had his head turning right over to look at her. Though he saved his comments for later. He just listened to her in the moment. "Honest? Real?" He provided as he could see her features twist in that way that told him everything he needed to know.
An eye roll after he chuckled. "Whatever but don't tell her. She's kind of stuck with me now. Sucker." He joked but got serious. "Are you scared to let him in?" The question seemed idiotic but she'd know why he decided to go with that first. Leaning against the table a little more and clasping his hands together he sighed. "You'll be surprised but in some cases they can. It all depends on the relationship and how willing you are to leap. I mean, take Luce and I for example. We weren't always like this. It took work and believe it or not she wasn't ready for an us for a long time. I won't lie and tell you to make that jump because quite frankly it's terrifying and I don't want you to do anything that you aren't actually ready for. But saying that, do you think if you let him inside juju's world you can see yourself being with him? Would he be a roadblock or actually help you? I don't mean professionally either. Being scared is normal but I don't want you to close yourself off to the possibility because you think it shouldn't work."
Her mind started to flood with the imagery of what life had been like before she had spun into Cape May. Overworked, deeply uninspired, but pushing through working on a line with chefs who were either sent home before failure to keep temperature or for not buttoning their jackets properly. But Juliette? She was one of the best, if not leading herself into being a chef de cuisine that people would seek out if she allowed them in. Then came Luca, the second rogue chef who had kept her humble in their own sordid way. The bickering, the tension that was forgiven with just one hand motion. Until the time she actually ran away from it and now that he'd followed, she wasn't used to the feeling.
"Deeply afraid," She admitted to Jette. "I let it happen once and I literally ran for my life. I didn't expect him to follow." She rubbed her hands together then, noting how long it was taking for anyone to come by and take either one of their orders. "Jesus christ, what are the chances that everyone quit their post? Surely we can easily usurp it now right?" Juliette joked, though a part of her was serious. If Jette wanted to take the place back with brute force she would offer herself for the task. But then Juliette snapped back to the conversation at hand, knowing that JJ would give her shit for trying to deflect but that was her guard for particularly confusing conversations. "I've never let anyone see me like that, I have a reputation as we both know," She said with a half chuckle again. "But every time I think about how he looked at me that night, and how he's looked at me since..." It wasn't pity, it wasn't malice, "I've never had anyone look at me like they needed me to know they could stand with me rather than against me, in every possible way."
Amara could sense Juliette being stuck in her head about what she had been doing and it was a feeling she knew all too well. She didn't want Juliette to limit her creativity based on Amara's tastebuds. "Don't overthink it. If you get too in your head about it, you'll be a worse chef," she tried to advise. At the mention of orange zest, Amara's brows lifted. She could actually see a better solution to the thyme situation. "What if you paired the two? I think the earthy taste of the thyme could pair really well with the citrus provided by the zest." She shook her head. "I love the technical stuff. Besides, it's the only way you can create a recipe."
Slight pressure had released itself once Juliette remembered to exhale. She chuckled softly as she looked over at Amara apologetically again, finally ready to let her walls crumble down a bit. Amara as a boss had been a whole other tier of wonderful, generally Juliette had been used to being screamed at at top volume while being expected to serve perfection. It was on the very reasons why she fled from the New York culinary scene to begin with, the pressure buckled within her and she realized she started tearing up due to Amara's compassion. "Sorry, I didn't realize how much these classes were getting to me," She began, swiping away at the edges of her eyes before any could fall. "This place is just so beloved to the locals and I've always just felt so afraid to fail them and to fail you."
winnie's shoulders eased at the juliette's familiar frame. she could put all of her attention of the little puppy - covered in cocoa powder?someone pet. most definitely. "if you can grab kenna, we'll take this little one inside and get him clean." she wipes away the powder with her thumb. "this is one of those main street shop puppies. certainly loved."
winnie stops cold. the tiny brown footprints coming from her own kitchen door. a flush or red - surprise. brad was quite fond of those. her voice soft as she spoke. "i think this little one may have spoiled a surprise."
The familiar smell of cocoa began to waft in the space between them. Juliette agreed, following Winnie first with the treats she'd brought, setting them down by the steps before peering down at Kenna. "Are you ready for Tia?" She cooed softly, cradling her into her arms in a seamless fit. Never before had she considered what future maternity dreams might have been like for her, but for the time being she was soaking up every ounce of what she could get, she believed they called it "baby fever".
Eyes peered up to see Winnie stopping cold, furry footprints on the floor that were the precise size of the puppies. "Looks like we solved that mystery quickly, looks like you're the mama."
location: Cape May Regional Hospital with: @jxttxs + @lucybardxt
The saying "it'll happen any day now", had been circulating through the Hewitt household for what felt like an eternity. As Lucy's belly grew, as did the anticipation of what would make a family of two become a family of five in just an instant. Though Juliette was one to never have her phone on her person during a shift, she'd made the exception just in case she was needed back at home or over at the hospital. Getting a call from Nana, the chef picked up in an instant just simply asking the woman where she needed to be. Rushing out of the restaurant and back home for a quick turn around of fresh clothing, she found herself in the maternity ward, hands wringing together as she waited for Nana to return from her first round of visits. The relief was instant knowing that both Lucy and the babies were doing just fine, but she was more interested in seeing how her best friend was faring. Then out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jette and Nana returning from the room, standing up immediately she said, "Well? Are you father of the year yet?" She teased, before embracing JJ. "Are you sure it's okay that I see them so soon?"
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He took a moment to collect himself before he walked inside. The affirmation from her helped a bit as he turned his head and acknowledged it with a smile. Memories came rushing back as he opened the door and let Juliette go first. He pointed to a corner booth by the jukebox, they'd at least get a little privacy and also she'd be in prime spot to watch what usually happened in twenty minutes or so. Jukebox would get lit up. Something that was to let happy hour commence.
He took a seat and scooted all the way in. His shoulder pressing against the booth wall. Luckily Terry wasn't anywhere at the moment which was good. Everything was still in tact safe for a few posters around the walls but the feeling of home that Nana always had wasn't there. It was in the moment he wished he could get this thing back for her. Sighing he grabbed the menu and flipped through it while continuing their previous conversation. "Before I came along this was Nana's pride and joy. Built it from the ground up. Where she got her start. Think dad was conceived here." He made it a slight joke. "So, tell me about this guy?" There had to be a story there. "You seem a little twisted up about this guy. This like a crush or a like like situation? Mind you the two are very different situations that call for different measures."
With all of the intense emotions and worrying, Juliette knew the two were due for a meal, but landing in the very spot that Jette was trying to get the deed back to, stakes seemed to be higher as the evening went. From Jette's facial expression it seemed things were safe for now, she followed him over to the booth right near the jukebox noting how he walked around like he was meant to be in the space because he was truly meant for it. Juliette inspected some of the loose cutlery on the table, "This one still has water marks on them," She tutted. After staging at a plethora of restaurants, it was a standard she upheld no matter where she went, the cutlery had to shine. She listened then as Jette spoke about the history of the building and Nana's involvement, it grew a fire in her just as it always had.
She scrunched her nose up and had to chuckle a bit as she said, "The greatest thing to come out of this place was that you and your siblings were forged. And you made it out pretty okay too." Juliette playfully shoved his shoulder, both to loosen up the tension in his shoulders and in an unspoken moment let him know she would do anything still to help him in this fight. As the subject briefly rounded back to her she brushed her hands together nervously, a first even for her. "It's kind of complicated with me and Luca," She began. "I've been a total bitch to him since he got into town but he hasn't been a total asshole back to me. That's the dynamic I'm used to between us, that's what felt normal. Anything else just feels..." Real. Like it could be something she never imagined.
"That maybe it could be whatever it was Lucy saw in you when you fooled her into dating you." Juliette managed to joke, before looking down at the table. "He's one of the other few people who have seen me at my lowest and I never invited him to see me that way, he found me that way. And since then, I haven't been able to grapple with the fact that after all the years we spent down each others throats that somehow...I don't know. People can't just go from tolerating each other to somehow wanting to be together do they?"
He nodded in agreement and put his fingers to his lips and made a "shhhh" sound. "I mean I can never confirm nor deny that," he said with a shrug. "But I can say that I do make some great cocktails and play a mean set of drums."
As he placed the last eggplant, he felt her fingers graze his, "No worries, it's all good," he could feel himself blushing a bit. He could feel himself getting some butterflies too. He thought to himself how beautiful she was and he could maybe see this turning into something. "Ah you caught me" he said putting his hands up, "I mean that or doing a nice keg stand at parties," he chuckled as his eyes met hers. His eyes then followed her hand to where the cherries were. "I mean I do have the day off and my roommates are too busy playing videos to notice I am not home yet with food to make for dinner." He continued, "I mean we do have to figure out who does it better, it's only right," he said with a smirk.
In her head, she could hear her best friend Jette reprimanding her for playing around with two many matters of the heart (jokingly but sternly all the same). But then Juliette realized she was getting ahead of herself, she'd been cooped up in the kitchen for so long that apparently she'd forgotten to give herself a little fun in the mix. And this conversation with Jimmy was perfectly harmless though she did note the blush on his cheeks. "You seem like someone who might withstand a decent amount of pressure," Juliette began as she scooped up a half a pound of cherries. After paying for the bag, the chef handed the man one singular cherry. She popped one into her mouth and in under 6 seconds out and neatly came a little bow. She cocked her head then and asked, "Roommates? Anyone I might know?"
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LOCATION: boiler room
"What the hell?" Hunter said, taking a double glance at his drink. The dim, amber-lit ambiance of the bar couldn't hide his astonishment. He held the glass up to the light, watching the ice cubes bobbing in the golden liquid. "This should be called water on the rocks because why would you add six ice cubes to it?" He shook his head, amusement evident on his face. "It's just water with a hint of whiskey at this point."
As was her usual ritual, Juliette sat at the bar waiting for Jette to come off shift. But today's wait was a little different as servers kept coming over to her with small plates that she certainly didn't order but she'd been told were on the house. She had a small inkling of knowing who it was from, but sat picking at some fries as she waited for her next drink. That was when she perked up to Hunter's words and she couldn't help but laugh. "Shoudn't that be preferred incase you get paged for emergency surgery?" She said in jest.
It did not appear that third time was the charm. Not where Luca and Juliette were concerned, anyway. If their previous meetings at the farmer’s market or the karaoke bar hadn’t been any indication, this encounter was quickly proving to be equally disastrous. And that was without having the presence of several relatives to contend with, during a dinner and social affair that was likely to extend into the early hours of the morning. Whatever it was the night had in store, it certainly wasn’t going to bode well for him.
The realization that her presence had nothing to do with his numerous invitations incited a feeling of despondent disappointment within Luca — one he knew well, where Juliette was concerned — but before he could attempt to manage a response, his relatives had stormed the entrance of the home, bombarding each of them with just about every form of ill-mannered but well-intentioned commentary. Through the noise, he called out to his younger cousin for an explanation, along with a few other choice words in Italian, quick in realizing his request had fallen on deaf ears — or, in this case, a pair that had long since departed from the vicinity of the hallway.
After being passed among the crowd, a pair of dishes and a wine bottle made their way back to him, and Luca, in a physically and vocally begrudging manner, grabbed each of the items as they were handed to him. Once the excitement of her arrival had dissapated, the majority of the group retreated back to the patio, though he was quick to notice that Juliette still lingered nearby. Up until now, he had been resigned to keep his distance from her, he was determined to keep his distance from her. It had clearly been what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to continue to chase after her like some feeble lovesick puppy. At least, that was the explanation he had offered to Abigail, and the few others who had been familiar with the nature of their… entanglement. In truth, he couldn’t bare the sight of another departure, watching her walk away, time and time again, despite his desperate pleas for her to stay.
“The patio door is through the kitchen, the back door is down the hall and through the garage, and the front door is to your immediate left.” Sensing a slight hesitation on her behalf, he clarified the need for his comment, with a tone that was equally telling. “When you need to make your quick and inevitable exit tonight. Those are your three options.”
There was a vibrant energy that coursed through the household with equal parts love and equal parts chaos. All of her senses were pushed to the limit then between being grabbed, watching illustrious characters come before her with no Abigail in sight, and then catching glimpses of a pained expression that she'd caught on Luca's face. It was the same look he'd show every time she made haste with her departure because looking at him made her remember everything that had happened in New York. Looking at him made her remember just how dynamic of a chef she felt she used to be. The utter thought of failure now seeped into her veins, trickling down until it threatened to freeze up and keep her in her spot, but with the family members pushing her towards the dining room area, she was stunned to see a beautiful spread slowly but surely making its way to the fine table.
She could smell the familiar scent of a garlic and tomato medley, it was definitely a Sunday dinner gravy. Voices chirped to Juliette how Nonna De Rossi made the best red sauce this part of town. Juliette could only politely agree, "Yeah I've had a taste of it before." Then when it seemed all of the general wild energy had taken to the outside balcony, Juliette finally placed her tray down at the first open space she could find. It was filled with cannolis, one side traditional and the other being savory. As she was contemplating how to stack them she heard Luca, instructing her about where the exits were. And if she hadn't been so good at keeping stoic composure around him, she would have broken on the spot.
"It'd be rude to leave when everyone's put in so much time and work into these dishes." Juliette replied simply. She then drew her eyes over to look into his own, really connecting this time rather then trying to brush off what she couldn't say. But soon enough, she put her right hand into a fist and she gently rubbed the area where her heart lay. A symbol of apology, one that they'd learned to use on the brigades they'd worked in. It was often done for when the shouting matches would get too intense or out of line, when there needed to be a budding solution so they could make it to the end of service, and now? Juliette was offering it as an olive branch, one that was long overdue.
He listened to her talk and for once he was glad she was venting or letting it out. Juliette was way too much like him in that aspect. Never truly wanting to put the burden of complaint on anyone else so best idea was to swallow it. At least for now, he was glad she was letting it out. It was for the reasons she had listed alone that he had a process for hiring high school and college kids. Sometimes with that came the ones who just got the job because they were bored and didn't really have the work ethic all worked out yet. "I think therein lies the issue. They see tv waitresses or customer service jobs and think any fool can do it. While, some instances that is true, it is also a lot of hard work and a lot of swallowing pride in this sometimes dog eat dog/ competitive industry. Most kids don't understand that when they first hit apply. Though, I'm the first to admit, if I wasn't forced to grow up I think I may have been one of these kids who didn't take shit seriously until job three or four." He sent a sympathetic smile Juliette's way and gave her hand a light squeeze. "Call me an optimist but maybe this girl will change. I mean half of my brain says she won't because god doing that on the job is just a different kind of breed but you know." He also knew Amara saw potential in people. Which was one of the reasons he and her were friends.
A solemn head nod was all the response he gave. He knew if Nana found out this would be the second time he'd have his ass handed to him by her but this was a last resort and if he had any other ideas, he'd take them. Juliette knowing the history he knew he didn't need to worry about her telling Nana. "I am not sure. Currently I am at a seventy percent. Knowing the fact that he frequents the place more than any of us do and he loves fraternizing with the enemy. I'd say we could find him there. I will warn you though, all the stories you heard of my dad, Terry is the opposite of that. He's charming as fuck but that is just his facade. Doesn't care about anyone but himself. Walking in there you may have to turn off your emotions."
Playfully rolling her eyes, Juliette reciprocated the hand squeeze noting how much lighter she felt once she'd gotten those emotions out. But there was still a chip on her shoulder, one very italian shaped at that. She'd gotten around to briefly telling Winnie (or simply deflecting from the situation), but she felt she could tell Jette about it, possibly. "That's a trait I wish I had, your optimism." Juliette admitted, because if anything else Jette shouldn't have had as much compassion as he did in his own heart with everything that he'd been through. As they rolled into the space, she said, "There's something else too, about a guy." She paused then to catch her bearings. "But it can wait another day." Mainly because she felt like a teenager again trying to work through angst.
Juliette was back on high alert then, listening as Jette explained that his uncle was truly a shit-grinning bastard of a guy. She liked to think that she was able to read people's bullshit from a mile away and she was sure based on his description she'd clock it and not fall victim to the manipulation. "Turning off emotions?" Juliette quipped. "Luckily I only feel rage these days so may as well put it to good use." Once she was out of the car, she waited for Jette's next move, once it seemed he'd locked onto the target, she said, "I've got your back." As they sauntered forward to Terry.
location: parker home front lawn. status: open ( @capemaystarters }
winnie, for her entire life, had always been able to think better in the sunshine. she was like a sunflower, seeking out the warmth. it was one of those summer postcard afternoons where the days seemed endless. her final interview for the elementary school teaching position was tomorrow. she'd been busy, hammering out lesson plans for the entire term. better to be prepared. by hour five, she was yearning for the beautiful and dragged the parker family grand piano out into the middle of the yard. her soft music fluttering through west cape may. kenna rests lazily in the shade. music a thing of her lullibies. the tiny puppy, traipsing across the piano keys was entirely a surprise. a golden little fluff ball. filthy with muck. "hello wee one. who might you belong to?" she stops playing immediately - gathers up the puppy in her hands. her voice raises just high enough to reach the person on the sidewalk. already headed to unlock the gate. "you hadn't seen the mother anywhere? have you"
There were a plethora of errands that Juliette had planned for her day and one of them was making sure to drop by to have a visit with Winnie. Their schedules had been completely overlapping with the exception of surprise run-ins at the cafe, but today she was making a personal drop off with some baked goods as a pick me up. The neighborhood itself dazzled Juliette, then again she'd previously been around after being tricked, a story she was sure Winnie would eat up.
She knew she'd gone in the right direction once she heard the soft tones of piano notes flowing through the street, but she was surprised to see Winnie holding up a puppy as soon as she got to the gate. "The mother?" Juliette asked as she looked every which way she could. "Not at all, or she might be hiding somewhere."
He smiled softly as he tried to not listen in on the conversation. One it was rude and secondly, he didn't like making people feel like he was eavesdropping. So, he let her be and focused on the road. Not needing a map at all, he knew exactly where they were going. Was it a messy plan? By a long shot. But it was necessary. If anything he knew Terry would have answers. Since it went from his hands to the hands of the asshole bullies.
Waving it off as if to say don't worry about it he turned his head to make a left turn and get on the right lane. "How are the newbies?" Maybe a distraction would help calm his own nerves. He hadn't seen his uncle in a long time. He could barely remember the last time. But if anything he knew having Jules with him things might not go sideways. Though as soon as they passed the sign he knew she'd know where their destination was.
Juliette sighed as she tried to roll off the edge of the call. "Sometimes I really don't know where they came from," She began. "Then I remember we cycle through a lot of teenagers or college students who just want to save a quick buck but they don't understanding working in a restaurant of any form is actually harder then it looks on tv. The one day I caught one of the baristas literally doing her nails mid shift while people were lined up at the door. Her reasoning? It looked like it would be fun to do." The whirlwind of a reply came out of her mouth and it was soon that she realized she hadn't fully comprehended just how frustrated she'd been.
"We can table that though, "Juliette said apologetically, before her eyes widened upon seeing the sign. "Oh shit, are you..." This was a nuclear option, one that she was sure if they ever spoke a word to Nana about it she might have blown a gasket. There were many things in this world that she would have done for Jette, and keeping this rendezvous for answers? Was one she would keep to her grave. "What are the chances he's there?"
"Hmm, maybe a little bit of both." Her eyebrows coming up in a teasing manner. Emerson bent down to help Juliette pick up the devious vegetables. "Don't worry I won't mention anything about farmers markets or eggplants. We don't need to give him anymore ammo. I think JJ has enough material on us to last decades." Emerson was glad she had run into Juliette at the farmers market. It had been awhile since she had seen the other. Looking down at the blush Lululemon workout set she was wearing Emerson nodded. "Yes I am. A smoothie sounded refreshing especially after a run."
Despite knowing the arsenal JJ most likely had on the both of them, Juliette couldn't help but shake her head at the thought. "We've really gotta band together and try to blackmail him," Juliette joked. "Or maybe Danny might tell us dirt we can keep in our back pockets." The chef gave a quick wink before she pointed over to the stand. "You must be famished then," Juliette continued as she walked over to the nearest smoothie stand. The menu itself looked fresh, appetizing, and the seasonal fruits looked to die for. "I kind of want a mixed medley," She pondered, "What are you getting?"
