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“Huh..I might have to start looking for a new lawyer, sounds kinda like his personal biases might be impacting his professional judgment. That’s unfortunate; he was pretty cute.” Normally this kind of jest would come coupled with some physical reassurance – a kiss, her squeezing his hand, something to offset the words. But her arms stayed close to her sides, not yet ready to cross that line even if her language was playful, and arguably flirty. “Not decades. Maybe a couple of months before you initially cave and call me cool,” she corrected, again feeling that pull to loop an arm around his shoulders gently. “And then a lifetime of denying it and needing reminders.” A lifetime she was selfishly holding out hope for, that he would be there with her in whatever capacity he was able to offer her. The ball still seemingly in his court, so when he asked her to save a dance for him, Ginny wasn’t sure if that was his way of making amends. Bridging the gap between them or simply offering to be polite. They often gravitated towards one another on a dance floor, but also usually sat together too. Quentin had always been her plus one even without the pair arriving together; would spend the day huddled close or making eyes at one another across the room. But today, she guided her friend a few rows ahead of where the boys were taking their seats. She wanted her attention focused on the couple as the ceremony began, purposely making it so she couldn’t glance back in his direction. Often, anyways, her eyes resting on him for a moment when everyone stood for the bride’s entrance.
He used to tease her with how emotional she got at weddings, how her eyes would get teary the moment the bride walked in with the swell of the music. How she would fight to keep from rolling them at his smug smile in case the cameras caught their exchange. Ginny wondered if he’d have that expression now, if she’d catch that same playful smile in her direction as he turned to face the front of the room once more.
His brow furrowed, fighting back a smile at the compliment that she tagged on at the end. “Sounds to me that maybe you should if you are accusing him of being anything less than professional. Which I assure you, he is. Maybe it’s you that has the bad judgment,” he shrugged the smallest smile breaking out. It wasn’t that the jokes were forced by any means but they didn’t ease the tightness in his chest. All too aware of how different this all was for them. “I’ll never cave enough to ever say that,” he shook his head at her. “But keep dreaming,” he winked at her as they went their separate ways.
Quentin never minded weddings but his favorite ones were always the ones where he was with her. Her commentary on the whole thing, wondering what ideas she pulled for the possibility of them having it all someday. And how sweetly innocent she was affected by the displays of love. It filled him with both admiration and amusement. But today was different as they sat rows apart. He didn’t want to be so selfish to be lost in his own thoughts and heartache, but by accident or fate, his eyes caught hers as he turned. It was like he had no choice but for his eyes to be drawn to her. Usually seeing her in this moment was his favorite thing about the day, but now it hurt as if he were seeing a preview of something he had always wanted but never got. How he always wanted to see her face down the aisle. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Yet, in its own way the moment still captivated him.
