Louis;
Where: Louis’ Apartment When: 8pm, Vendredi
Since their conversation at the Vargas party, one of the relationships she valued most was in a state of purgatory. In the year since her mother’s death, she managed to almost lose Louis from her life entirety. There was the silence, the secrets, the lies… it all weighed on her shoulders, driving a wedge between them both. At least it had until Emilia decided to take a step forward. In this world, where everything felt extremely futile, she would not let Louis drift any further from her. Not to mention there was so much she needed to tell him… It was exactly why she texted one of the nurses he worked with, finding out that he had Friday evening off which gave her just the opening she wanted. Emilia walked through the familiar halls of his apartment, take out from Jade Garden neatly wrapped in a plastic bag when she got to his door. It was strange being apprehensive to knock, especially when she’d spent countless nights there during her time in Montreal. Fingers curled into a fist, rapping against the wood with a knock. A beat passed when she heard the lock click open, Emilia lifting the bag as a peace offering. “Hey- you didn’t eat dinner yet, right?”
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Any other day, Louis would have cherished his day off. A little TV, maybe a run in the nearby park, or even something a little more nefarious. Not that night, however. That night found him on the couch, vaguely staring at the now cold cup of coffee on the table in front of him as some random show played in the background. Thoughts of the events that happened at the Vargas party continuously replayed in his mind, especially his run in with Emilia. He hated how much of a coward he had been, cutting their conversation short the first time he saw her after everything that had happened. There had to be some way he could make it up to her, but he was not sure she would even want to speak to him again, despite what she had said. The knock at the door jarred him from his thoughts. As he made his way to the door, his brow quirked before his face softened as he recognized who was standing in front of him. Her question almost made him laugh - he had not even thought about the idea of food since that morning. Despite knowing what the conversation ahead of them might look like, a small smile struggled its way across his lips as he opened his door wider for her to enter, “No, you caught me at the right time. Come on in.”












