“There should be more diapers in the second drawer.” Juliette spoke to a good friend of hers on the phone as she opened the coffee shop’s door with her elbow. This was the first day she had gathered the courage to walk out of the little apartment she had rented over a week ago. After so many months in the shadows, the brunette was hopeful that returning home and leaving the Big Apple would give her more chances to lead a normal life without anyone breathing down her neck. But she should’ve known that would’ve never been the case after her father’s incident — instead of being followed by cameras flashes, she was still trying to get used to the security guard she had been assigned. Wherever she went, wherever anyone of her family was, she knew chances were they were surrounded by people working under cover to reduce possible casualties to a minimum. She brought up the cup of fresh lemonade to her lips but as she turned around and let the door close behind her back, she bumped into a cloud of insistent vultures trying to get under the skin of their prey. As the cameras flashed and the paparazzi hollered, she realized that they were not after her. They could have cared less about her and she hoped it’d stay that way. She didn’t want to be recognised after she disappeared of the public eye overnight, canceling fashion shows and staying in. She had managed to fly from New York with her son without a single photo taken to reveal her whereabouts but it seemed like her luck was starting to come to an end. She managed to keep her balance and the drink would’ve never reached the floor if only she hadn’t caught sight of the features this man failed to hide under a hood. A shiver moved down her spine, making her unconsciously hold her breath as if the slightest movement could make a bomb go off. Her feet had been glued to the floor where the ice cubes melt at a slower pace than the one at which her heart had melted the night she met him. She didn’t want to be recognised neither by him nor the hungry cameras — both would be sources of questions she couldn’t answer. Before she could react the security man was escorting her to the car, away from the tumultuous scene. “Stop, go. Get him and his friend, too. Please.” She commanded from the safety of the back seat. Maybe he hadn’t recognised her. Maybe he was no longer part of her life. But he was her son’s father, even it was unknown to him. And that was something she couldn’t continue to avoid. That was something she could hardly change.
he’s being stopped. who is this man? ivory’s crew tries to get him to shoo the man off, they want him to let his own security team take care of it. he shakes his head, despite having people in charge, ivory always does things his way and today was no different. he decides to let the man standing before him who claims to be a security guard for his own respectable client. he tells a tale of a woman, of course, he should have known. it always comes back down to a woman. who was it this time? most of them wanted money, blackmail, almost never anything on the positive side of the spectrum. he sighs, still agreeing to go with him to wherever he’s ranting on about. it only takes a few moments for them to slip through the crowd, he’s led through a back way so the scene doesn’t follow them. before he knows it he’s approaching a car, he takes a deep breath before clutching the handle of the backseat before pulling it open and sliding in with closed eyes. upon opening them he laid eyes on a familiar face, how could he forget her? her name was one he could hardly forget. he smiles. “juliette.” it’s one word, and while it lingers in the air he sinks down into the leather seats of the vehicle. “you spotted me from over here?” looking over his shoulder, he doubts the paparazzi will stay silent for long. “what are you....are you like, back, or something?”