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Dear @dreamsofsleepingin I am SO sorry you’ve waited so long for your NG Secret Santa gift. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster IRL and I can’t apologise enough for the delay! This fic wasn’t meant to get so long, so i have split in to two parts. I still have a little work to do on the second chapter, but I wanted to be able to post something for you!
Jess knows with absolute certainty that when looking back on this moment in months to come, it will fall firmly within the ‘bad decisions’ category.
She hadn’t really thought this through at all before dashing out of the loft, and was only now remembering why Jessica Day is such a methodical planner in all other aspects of her life: Because when she tries spontaneous acts such as this, they always seem to turn out very poorly indeed.
Her intentions were good - as always - but upon reflection, Jess realises that following her ex-boyfriend to his first date since their break up is completely insane and crosses a million and one lines she never thought she would have to encounter.
Face in hands, she sits defeated on the hard, wooden floor until the noise of a chair scraping along the ground has her head snapping back up instantly. Her eyes widen in fear as a pair of stiletto-ed feet fly close to her face, causing Jess to suck in a silent breath whilst trying to somehow will herself invisible as a couple take their seats either side of her. A man’s brown, suede shoes land next to her curled up legs with force, making her tuck every limb as tightly in to her body as humanly possible to try and avoid detection.
Jess is ridiculously uncomfortable, and pretty sure that cramp is going to set in any moment now - but there is no way she is getting out from under this table and exposing her presence to Nick.
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