[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

Talia smiled, remembering why they were such great friends. “Awesome, I’ll catch you up on things.” She beamed. “Are you hungry? We could grab something to eat, too?” They were only one customer away from the front. Talia rubbed her hands together, excited to be spending time with her best friend.

“Okay, you also need to spill!” She added. “So, let’s grab something and find a table?”  

         𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄,  nodding instantly. ❝ you better !! i’m sure i missed a lot. ❞ then, another nod. ❝ yup, food is fine by me. ❞ she chuckles, eyeing the line as they move up. ❝ i will !! just let’s get food and settle, my treat this time. ❞ she adds, eyeing her with a playful stern glare. and she tugs talia forward as they’re called, dark hues lifting to search the menu.

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗

He watched her interact with her fans, laughing to himself at the way they seemed to brighten in her presence. Maybe fame wasn’t such a bad thing if it could make someone’s day. “You handled that with grace.” He said admirably, watching as the gaggle of girls departed. “I think any of them would kill to be me right now, talking to you so casually. Funny, how that works, huh.” He smiled at her as they finally neared the front of the queue, stepping back to allow her to order first. “Go ahead. And…” He placed his card on the counter. “My treat.” He told the cashier. 

When he’d ordered his drink, a basic black coffee, he finally turned towards her extending his hand out to her. “Anton.” He said, introducing himself. “And I really should know who you are, famous as you are.” He was beginning to feel embarrassed he’d managed to chat with her this long and he still hadn’t recognized her when others so easily did. Then again, he wasn’t a big movie-watcher. Maybe she’d cut him some slack.

        𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  once she settles back into her previous spot besides him. ❝ thank you, i got better at that after the first time. ❞ the turkish girl admits. the first time, she’d been nervous - not at all expecting to have anyone coming up to her in such a way. ❝ i prefer these conversations, if i’m being honest. it’s just weird to think that any of them think i’m better than them. ❞ her voice is soft, loud enough for him to hear but not as efficient for lingering eavesdroppers. speaking loudly was never like her but she has truly mastered her hushed tone when words she hadn’t directed at paparazzi ended up on the tabloids.

         as he tells her to order, she shakes her head slowly. ❝ thank you, anton. ❞ somehow she had figured he wouldn’t take no for an answer and... decided against putting up a fight. ❝ it’s much more refreshing that you don’t. but... i’m leyla. ❞ 

[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛

All Oscar could think about was getting as far away from the woman that had single-handedlybroken his heart all those years ago. Because despite the years of building back up those walls and moving past their relationship, there were still a number of unanswered questions – why did she do it, why was he not good enough, had it all been a publicity stunt to get her name out there? The questions were endless and yet it felt as though asking them would be as good as taking a scalpel to his scar she had left upon him. While her simply being back in New York was infuriating enough, having the woman try to explain to him that the pair had plenty to speak about felt as if she had just kicked him in the gut. The strange breathless sensation only lasting but a few moments as his hastened footsteps slowed and he spun on his heel to face her. Sevgili. The word alone was enough to make the male stop and think, as he exhaled in frustration. “What is there for us to talk about, Ley?” He questioned, only this time his anger had slightly subsided despite the harshness of his stare. “Cause right now — I have no fucking idea.“

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐆 𝐀𝐓  tender heart, doe like hues locked on him. and there it comes, ley. the nickname is plenty to convince her that all hope is not at all lost and that maybe... he doesn’t hate her as much as he lets on. lungs falter, making it known with a hitch of her breath just as the thundering in her chest picks up. it’s torture.  ❝ everything. ❞ leyla begins, dark gaze finding ocean like optics. ❝ i know you don’t owe me a thing... not after everything i did but... i- ❞ the dark haired woman nudges, silky voice all the more soft. ❝ i owe you that much. ❞ she admits, head tilting ever so slightly towards either side. bottom lip quivers for a moment, threatening tears brimming but forces a slow breath - plump bottom lip forced captive between her teeth.

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗

He watched her take the cup, unsure what to expect. The fact she’d gone through the trouble of writing the date and drinking from it on top of signing it, lipstick stain and all, well…it was impressive. He had been joking. Mostly. “It’s almost too authentic.”  He joked, breaking into a full-fledged grin. “I don’t know, I might keep this for myself. Should I get another cup?” He teased, shooting her a smile. “Okay, we’ll take one for proof. But, just so you know…since you’re the one who suggested a picture, that makes me the famous one.” He said seriously, even as out the corner of his eye he could spot a couple fans hovering. He took his phone out, drawing closer to her, ready to snap a photo of them together, but paused when he felt the fans drawing nearer. 

“How about you get them, first?” He suggested, pulling back. He couldn’t imagine someone getting up in his personal space like that. Even being near the woman had people hovering around him. “You’re too famous for me to hangout with.” He joked, putting a little distance between them. “I don’t think we can be friends.”

         𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  escapes heart shaped lips, he was probably right. but she’d been in the autograph business for a while, had heard stories of other celebrities having to sign random objects for fans or... even non-fans who just happened to know who they were. either way, she was glad to help. whether or not he used the cup, was all up to him.> ❝ so you do know who i am. ❞ she jokes just as he mentions keeping the cup. ❝ yup - i’m a huge fan mister... ❞ the sentence hangs, mostly because she doesn’t know his name. for which she was a bit glad because it added to her playful and teasing tone. dark hues flicker over to the small friend group nearing the two and she nods, smiling brightly in their direction. ❝ i won’t be long. ❞ the actress assures, shaking her head. ❝ that’s alright, a good feud is good for my numbers. ❞ she’s joking too, it’s evident. or it would be if he knew she had stayed right out of drama and feuds for the entirety of her career. it was tough, but doable. 

          turning, the girl meets the group half way and is quickly met with hugs and adoring chatter. ❝ i can’t believe it’s you !! ❞ one lets out excitedly. leyla nods, informing them that she’d kept the trip to herself. a few compliments are dished, genuine ones coming from the star before she finally poses with the group both together and individually. it takes about five minutes, mostly because they understood she was already having a conversation. ❝ you’re all so sweet, i loved meeting you all. be careful out there, don’t mind the crowd - oh, and tag me in the pictures !! ❞ and she finally returns towards anton, sheepish smile etched on doll like features.

[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛

It was almost poetic how much just seeing her face plastered on a billboard had always had a way of darkening his mood almost instantaneously. That was nothing compared to what he felt standing in front of her. And the hesitation in her voice confirmed she could see it too. The hurricane of betrayal and disappointment mixed in with years worth of anger stirred within aquamarine irises as his attention remained firm on the woman that was quick to become a stranger. His name leaving her lips only rips furthermore at the previously healed scar she had left on him and he very nearly flinches in response. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, if only he could have ignored her and shown she had little affect on him. Instead he had gone about showing her exactly what how he made her feel and that in turn made him vulnerable. A feeling that had never sat right with the Beaufort son. “What in good hell could you and I possibly have to talk about?“ Oscar shot back while his tone was barely above a normal octave there was a harshness to his usually velvet tone. “You made your choice Leyla and I wasn’t it.“ And with that, the male turned on his heel leaving the quaint cafe as quickly as he could, ignoring the fact he had left behind his clearly much needed caffeine fix in the process. 

        𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  in the night of their breakup. her heart physically aches, tugging at every ounce of sanity she has left when it comes to him. his tone hasn’t shifted, though she can see just how much damage she had really done on him. the realization alone does plenty to further the awful guilt taking over, showing itself as a pit in her stomach. his words are a clear sign to leave him be, let him go on his way and be on hers. at least, it would be for someone else. leyla, however, was far too invested despite whatever he thought.  ❝ there’s plen- ❞ she’s abruptly interrupted as he continues to lash out. only this time, he actually turns his back and leaves. there’s no hesitation on her end, not this time. small frame lurks forward - hurrying to catch up. how embarrassing. a hand raises, pleading hues meeting her driver’s and she’s silently asking for more time. though, again, she doesn’t linger for a response. far too concerned with following after oscar. ❝ please, sevgili, just... ❞ gaze seems to cloud, unwanted tears brimming her hues. leyla inhales, swallowing and blinking the excess liquid away. ❝ just talk to me. ❞ her pace quickens until she’s standing in front of him, blocking his path. ❝ sevgili - please... don’t do this, please, i was so stupid. i know that... just - lütfen, talk to me. ❞ there were things she never thought she’d do and begging was one of them. and, well, how the mighty have fallen. foolish ideals and idiotic decisions had led her to this very moment, she knew that. all that was left to do was beg for his very forgiveness and if swallowing her pride was what it took - she’d do it, a million times over.

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚘𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗

Not so bad once you get used to it. That was a phrase he was sure did not apply to the majority of the population. He, for one, was not envious of her being in the spotlight. It wasn’t something he ever desired for himself. “So what you’re saying is…if I get your autograph I could sell it on ebay for lots of money?” He asked. He reached for an empty coffee cup container as the line began to move forward, holding it out to her. “Can I get your autograph?”

          𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒  the other, an eyebrow raising at his words. well, that wasn’t something people often said to her face. while she found it bold, she surely admired his bluntness. gaze lands on the offered cup and the girl bites back a laugh, small hand clasping around it. slowly, she steps forward and softly asks for a marker. who was she to deny the profit of others ?? ❝ i guess you could... but i suggest you do an auction. ❞ leyla inputs, familiar signature drawn across the cup. it’s pretty, small heart under for emphasis. her head tilts just before she shakes her head and adds the date, tilting it upwards and pressing her glossy lips around the top as if she had drank from it. ❝ there, that makes it authentic. ❞ there’s plenty of autographs probably up for sale on ebay as they speak. she never denied that. ❝ we could even take a picture for proof. ❞ the cup is then offered back, hand steady.

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛

  ❝Ah, yes.❞ The onset of fall meant for the new fall collection for most brands, as well as a slight tweak in wardrobe. Even he had to buy a few things in preparation for the change in weather, as well as to update his closet. 

    When Leyla said she had great taste, Chris could only nod eagerly. ❝I don’t doubt it for a minute.❞ She was an actress, after all; great taste was practically essential in her line of work, lest she wanted the fashion squad to hound her. ❝It’s just an honour to go shopping with you, honestly.❞ he giddily quipped, actually excited for this sudden closeness. It wasn’t much, but considering they only literally ran into each other, it was more than enough.

      𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄  actress, like many others, was dressed by her team. however, while she listened to their input - her fashion taste was entirely her own. owen, played a major role in her looks but they truly saw eye to eye. ❝ i find it better to dress myself, honestly. if the others had it their way i’d look like a barbie. ❞   

       she smiles, brighter this time, if even possible at his next statement. though, she brushes his words off with a wave of a hand. ❝ it is most definitely not an honor, don’t be silly. ❞ the actress is humble, that much is obvious. still, she’s happy to be making a new friend. especially one that seemed just as nice as her. ❝ come on then, let’s get started on you. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

Talia knew she needed to calm herself down, she was just so excited to see one of her best friends - especially since it had been so long. “Well, I would love to see you whenever you settle in. Or, if you’re up for it I would love to catch up, coffee’s on me?” Talia asked, a smile across her lips. She took a step forward in line as she spoke, pulling Leyla along with her. “You must be exhausted.” Talia said, giving Leyla’s wrist a little squeeze before sticking her own hands in her jacket pockets.

          𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  the brunette nods her head, brushing off her friend’s words. ❝ c’mon talia, i know i’ve been gone a while but you know i always have time for my best friends. ❞ small frame obliges, moving forward in the line as she shakes her head, delicately slipping her closest arm between the other’s to link them comfortably. ❝ no, i’m alright. this boost will really do it. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚣, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

Camille put her arms around the other woman, laughing softly. It was hard to believe how much had changed since Leyla was back in town. “I missed you too, I feel like I should kick your ass for not keepin’ in touch.” She teased as she pulled back to look at her. “Yeah, it was a little crazy but I think everyone is just trying to move past it.”

         𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  offered the moment her words register and the dark haired actress chuckles. ❝ you’re welcome to kick my ass, definitely. heaven knows i deserve it. ❞ and she tilts her head, slightly, furrowed brows adding to her confused expression. though, she shrugs. ❝ that’s fair. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚗

Leyla had always been one of his favorite clients but the more time he spent with her the fonder he grew until they were friends, close friends. There was always something he adored about her, how vibrant and warm she was the world always seemed brighter with her around. She was also one of the few friends he had who understood the pressures of being in the spotlight. How hard keeping your life private amidst the constant digging  and the curious eyes could be. “Oh please ma cherie. I’m not sure I agree with you but I’ll certainly take the compliment.” He said with a warm smile before returning the greeting.  “Let’s just say for once I was glad that you weren’t in the city. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you darling.” He shook his head as a chuckle escaped from his lips. “That’s not possible Leyla. Things are always better when you’re around. Honestly.”

          𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓  brightening her mood. especially, when she needed it most. ❝ as you should, hazine !! you look amazing. ❞ and she meant it. the city life was suiting him as best it could given the tension in the air. and even then, he looked better than she’d of expected. the passing months had been great to him. at his next words, eyebrows furrow into a thoughtful frown. obviously, no one wanted to be the first to fill her in on the past events. ❝ what would’ve happen to me if i had been ??? ❞ but she’s stubborn and curious, a mixture sure to keep her from backing down. even if her attempts are not at all subtle, she’s hoping owen will take pity and share the news. ❝ you’re really too good to me, owen. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚘𝚗

//

“Will it now?” An expectant brow rose, as he chuckled. If flattery would get him everywhere, the male had to wonder where exactly he was intending to go, even if it was only a metaphor. “Now don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth that we both know I’d never say.” And as they order, Payton follows the comfortable routine. Placing cash atop the counter, and leading them away just moments later, his americano sure to come soon. Yet before he can speak, the woman is supplying tension-filled news, and his features slacken, though he applies the most modest bit of pressure around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry,” Shaking his head, he can’t imagine what it would be like if Patrick found himself sick. “How are you doin’?”

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  hues and for the first time in a long time, she feels like herself again. leyla nods her head, slowly as if she were considering her answer. ❝ absolutely. ❞ at his next words, however, she grins - biting back another laugh for the sake of her sides and the ache they’ll inevitably feel. ❝ did you not just tell me you hadn’t missed me at all ?? ❞ she knew he’d been joking but it was strangely comforting to watch him deny her words. small frame remains close even as he leads them away from the counter. his presence alone just when she’d verbally admitted to the situation was plenty to keep her stable. not that he knew that. she’d been on her own for so long that she had forgotten how comforting even the slightest of touches from the right people could be. ❝ it’s not your fault, pay - don’t apologize. ❞ leyla shakes her head slowly, offering him a tender smile. ❝ i’m fine. just... praying for the best. ❞ and it was true. the only thing she really could do was pray that her brother had the best of the worst case scenarios and pray he’d recover. the girl inhales a breath, shaking her hands off before glancing back up towards payton. ❝ tell me about you, i know i’ve missed a lot. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛

   With her outstretched, offered hand, Chris politely reached out to take it, giving it a firm yet curt shake. ❝It’s nice to meet you, too.❞ Since the lost of Sugar Rub, it was no longer that frequent that he got to be in presence of celebrities; he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the feeling of meeting such high profile clients.

   Pleasantly surprised by what she was asking of him, the male nodded his head rather enthusiastically in immediate response. ❝Yes, of course. I would love to.❞ He was more than willing to jump at the opportunity to befriend her, as well as go shopping, really. ❝Was there anything you wanted to get in particular? I need to do a fair bit of shopping myself.❞

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  at his echoed response. the brunette smiles, feeling the need to assure him that it was completely okay if he didn’t want to join. ❝ i don’t mean to pressure you into agreeing, i promise. ❞ still, her smile remains and widens just a bit as he agrees to join her.  

        slim arm falls back against her side comfortably just in time for her to shrug her shoulders. ❝ no idea but i could use something for the upcoming fall weather. ❞ leyla admits, nodding at his confession to needing some shopping himself. ❝ great, i don’t mean to brag but... ❞ she lets her words hang, brushing at her shoulders jokingly. ❝ i have great taste. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛

   Suppose it really shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise to run into famous people. Chris should have known by now, seeing as Sugar Rub had him dealing with high society and the elite as his clientele. However, being rendered star struck was still a thing that happened frequently with him, and one he barely could suppress.

   What he assumed was a hand shake turned into a prompt wrist grab, tugging him towards her and inside the store in a heartbeat. All the while, his expression, well, remained just as in awe as he was before, only now mixed with intrigue. ❝I’m Christopher. Christopher Krongold.❞ he replied with a curt smile. ❝And, honestly? I wouldn’t know? I guess I could just say you’re just as human as the rest of us?❞ he joked, hoping to shake off any awkward that might have come from their initial interaction. 

        𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅  second nature to her. maybe it was her slim stature that made her seem more approachable than the rest. that or the smile she often sent in the direction of others the moment she realized they were staring. it was still an honor to be recognized in public, even if the reaction was delayed. leyla never lingered on the topic of her fame, however, never wanting to sound stuck up or spoiled.  

        ❝ it’s very nice to officially meet you, christopher. ❞ the brunette adds, now offering her hand in a friendly gesture. ❝ surprise. ❞ she lets out, humor filling soft voice as a reply to his statement of celebrities being just as human as the rest. there’s a tilt of her head in either direction before the actress raises a curious eyebrow. ❝ will you join me ?? i could use the feedback and the company. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛

♔

    ❝It was my bad. Should’ve looed where I was going–❞ he said, profusely apologising still and taking the blame for this. It was impolite to pin the fault on her. ❝Please, you first.❞ Chris allowed her to go first, seeing the simple gesture through.

    But when she apologised, too, he was quick to wave off her worries. ❝No worries, honestly.❞ And it must have been the fact that he had a proper good look at her, that it finally clicked that her features seemed somewhat familiar. ❝Wait–❞ Shifting to furrowed brows, he paused for a beat, struggling to place where she’d seen him before. And then, he remembered. ❝You’re Leyla.❞ he gasped softly, mouth slightly agape as he recognised the star.

         𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒  he brushes her apologies off, delicate smile offered in his direction. an eyebrow lifts, however, as his expression changes. confusion settles on the actress, gaze flickering around cautiously as if she’d find the answer to his own confusion. and then she blinks, smile becoming more genuine as her name falls from his lips.  

       ❝ i am. ❞ she confirms, small hand reaching out towards him. though she doesn’t wait for him to take hers, instead, allows gentle fingers to wrap around his wrist. nodding towards a side. ❝ you have to tell me your name, you know. it’s not fair that you know mine and i don’t know yours. ❞ the brunette releases his wrist, turning to glance around at the sections. ❝ i’m a bit clumsier than you expected, aren’t i ?? ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛

Just as he had spent half his life memorizing her every profile, his older sister had teased him about one day getting down on one knee for his childhood sweetheart. But all good things must come to an end, it just so happened that their end was not pretty in the slightest. The memory of their time together had been churned into nothing but a black pit of despair that Oscar had spent a little over six months lost in after she unceremoniously left him drowning in her wake. “No kidding.” He countered, unsure as to whether he could ever believe a single world that fell from her lips ever again. Of course the male had played this scene out over in his head, in the hopes that on the chance he ever did run into her, he could make her see how she had no power over him anymore, how he had moved on and she was nothing but a bump on the road he had passed down. But with so much pent up anger, frustration and betrayal he had built up over the years there was no way he could possibly remain as calm the usually well put together male had hoped. Oscar couldn’t help the scoff the escaped him as she spoke up once more, breaking what had been a delightful few moments of silence, only this time he turned on his heel glaring down at her as he did. “What do you want from me Leyla – You want me to welcome you home with open arms? Take you home to catch up with my parents after all this time?” He drawled, tone dripping with sarcasm. The fact his father had paid more attention to her back in the day than his own son still ate away at him. “Because I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I could have gone another few decades without you coming home.”

         𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅  strength that she, too, had gathered during the time. except, unlike him, leyla had hoped their paths would cross again. she’d expected it, held onto every bit of that. he hated her now but he had loved her not too long ago and leyla, unfortunately or not, hadn’t ever stoped loving him. unfortunately for her, mostly, maybe even for him considering the fact that she was awfully persistent. dark optics are locked on him but she wished they hadn’t been. no amount of preparation would’ve deemed her ready for the glare in ocean like hues the very moment he looked at her. she’s taken aback, it shows in the falter of doll like features. slowly, however, she wraps her hands around her composure - forcing it together. ❝ i- ❞ he has successfully thrown her off. left her lips parting and pressing together like a gaping fish out of water. too bad she’s determined to make progress. so she swallows lightly, gaze that had drifted towards the ground lifts to meet his stone cold glare just as she forces a breath into unwilling lungs. ❝ oscar. ❞ leyla breathes his name, a small hand shifts towards his arm - delicate fingertips offering a ghost of a touch just as she realizes she shouldn’t be touching him. so her hand falls back against her side and the turkish brunette takes a moment to collect her racing thoughts. ❝ you being able to go decades without me coming home... that’s fair, i deserve that. but i did. i did come home. ❞ the dark haired actress adds, eyebrows furrowing slightly. she hated this, having hurt him. having him hate her. it was pure and utter torture and she had only herself to blame. ❝ i just want to talk. ❞ 

[leylaoz]

𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚘𝚗

The last six months had felt like years for the male, though he hardly talked about it. Instead choosing to bottle even the most pressing of sentiments up, till there was nothing left of him but composed features. It was impressive really, and he knew his father would’ve been proud, notably of how he’d been handling the past few weeks. But that was a conversation best saved for another time, as his gaze rested on the brunette. “It’d only be considered talkin’ too much if I didn’t enjoy listening so much.” Comes his counterclaim, the grin still in place as he led him over towards the line, just one another in front of them currently. “I would’ve called you know, but I guess you’re too big of a star now even for me.” Being famous was something he couldn’t understand, though, since his recent promotion to Vice President, he had gained many interested gazes. Most now being able to recognize the male just by his name or features, which was a change, and something he was presently learning to accept. “Nevertheless, I’m glad you’re here now, Ly.” Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he squeezed gently. “What brings you back, besides the company?”

        𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒, 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆  forward and back in an effort to brush off his counterclaim. of course, it was just her being playful. ❝ flattery will get you absolutely... everywhere. ❞ leyla laughs softly, shaking her head at his next words. ❝ i am no such thing. you simply didn’t miss me enough to call. ❞ the brunette fires back, shooting a mocking glare his way. she falls silent for a moment just as it’s their turn, pleasantries are exchanged with the barista and the girl finally settles on a french vanilla iced coffee. her comfortable smile widens as he wraps an arm around her and leyla settles into his side before nodding in agreement. ❝ i am too. ❞ and then she releases a breath in the form of a soft sigh, single shoulder lifting into a half-assed shrug. she had yet to tell anyone but, well, who better to tell than payton ?? ❝ my family needs me here, mostly my mom. my eldest brother’s sick but... we don’t know what it is yet. ❞

[leylaoz]

𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

Talia waited until line, her arms crossed before her as she squinted to read the menu. Today was her day off, if you could even call it one. Talia seemed to always be thinking of any case she was on whether she was on the clock or not. Her ‘days off’ usually consisted of her re-reading interrogation and interview notes, she didn’t know how to turn her brain off.  A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, her head turning towards the woman. 

“Leyla?” She asked, fully turning her body toward her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Talia said with a smile, pulling her in for a big hug. “I can’t believe you’re here, I feel like it’s been forever!” She said into Leyla’s hair. “When did you get in?” She asked, pulling back while her hands expressed her excitement.

         𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒  embrace, delicate laugh following the excitement. ❝ finally moved back, t. ❞ the brunette informs, grinning just as talia releases her.  ❝ i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it has been forever. ❞ leyla admits, excitement mirrored in dark hues. she’s happy to have ran into talia, a much needed surprise. after all, she was one of her closest friends. right up there with cami, pay and owen. they were simply her favorite people. ❝ um... about an hour ago - more or less. ❞