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Generally speaking, the mornings were some of the most beautiful in the city. People bustled around, either too tired to function or so caffeinated that they had a pep to their step. The bookshop was no exception, alive with faint conversation and people of all sorts coming through the doors to see what was on the shelves. Vivian was not out of place, or at least she didn’t think so. She’d done her best to seem put together, when in the past it hadn’t been very difficult at all to blend into crowds. Harold had plucked her from her youth, a woman with thick dark hair and soft features, and created something quite opposite of her. Years of happiness had come to an end once her son was born, the magnate taking to greener pastures and younger women. Still, she had little Max to carve a smile onto her face. Harold hadn’t let her be soft, or let her live a happily married life, and in the end he had taken even her sons importance from her. Jackson was born under her nose as if she would never find out, and it ripped away the thought that she was at least the only one worthy of a child to Harold. Harry could rot in his grave for all she cared, he hadn’t done her any good.

Viv dressed down for the outing, and threw back plenty of mouthwash to clear the smell of liquor on her breath. Tracking Maddox down hadn’t been difficult, she called the office and they gave her everything. His secretary even went as far as to say he wasn’t showing up to work as regularly as before, naming a woman the key to Max’s absence. As it turned out, the woman owned a shop not too far away from his office. A bookshop, obviously older than the dust that had gathered in Harold’s closet. As she stepped around other customers Vivian peered around, trying to find any trace of the shops owner. Growing frustrated, but keeping it hidden, she walked toward the register and leaned against the counter. “Can I get a little help? I’m looking for something in particular.” Her questioning was aimed at the redhead turned away from her, and although her tone was kind she looked the woman over a little too harshly while she didn’t have her attention. Was she the culprit to her son’s business’ demise? No, she couldn’t be, Max was much more accustomed to women with a bit more gumption. All the women she’d witnessed her son with on occasion were much more… well, more.

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It was just another day for the bookshop. Summer was approaching fast, which meant there will be lesser university students patronising the seats and using the cafe as a studying spot. Rather The Hideout would be bustling with social gatherings with afternoon tea sets and fresh baked goods. Ezra and his sisters were already busy at midday and the cash register was already full. He decided to take a break from the counter though and decided to clean up the front. Ezra was clearing some cups when the a comment made his ears perked up. “Yeah this used to be Callaghans’. We just changed it to another concept, but still the same family running the premise,” he explained without turning around. When he did though, Ezra’s heart leapt up to his throat. How long has it been since he last saw her? Probably more than a decade ago... wait, even longer. It was difficult to picture himself as a carefree person then. Too many things have happened between those years. She still looked the same despite the subtlety of age. She was talking to a child - probably 9 or 10 years old. Was that her son? “September? Is that you?”

#int:september #ezrainteraction #a-museing-rps #//I am ready for this man having a heart attack lmao

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plot: Your brother is drunk off his ass and I had to drag him to your car last night but I didn’t know you worked here!

Rowan groaned as he looked down at the black out drunk man he finally managed to get outside the club. “C’mon man, drink some more water.” He put him down on a chair and handed the stranger a bottle of water. One of the other workers in the club had snagged his phone just in time to see a call, and it seemed his sister was going to be on her way to come get him. Thank god, since Rowan did not feel comfortable even calling a cab with how out of it the customer was. That, and Rowan rather not risk getting more puke on himself trying to get him into the cab. It all just spelled out for a disaster. He quickly snatched up the bottle before it could fall to the ground and closed it again. “Deep breaths.” Was all he said, looking to the side as he saw an approaching car. Begging in his head for this to be the sister. He loved his job, but hell he hated taking care of drunks who didn’t listen very well.

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Asher laughed back at her when he noticed her reaction, pulling his hand back ever so slightly, “Sorry, I just wanted to see that look on your face.” He teased her and pointed at the surprised expression. “I didn’t actually expect you to take it, I was actually expecting you to slap it away, or even slap me.” He teased with a wink.

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Sebastian had never been shy about the fact that he wasn’t all that fond of New York City. Certainly that had a lot to do with the fact that he’d had more than his share of bad experiences the last time he had been there a number of years ago, but even that aside, he just didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. To him, the place was severely over-hyped, and really, not all that different from the numerous other comparable cities that dotted the East Coast, and certainly not as good as Chicago. So to say that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be back in the Big Apple to attend this ABA Trade Show would be a bit of an understatement, and were it not for the fact that it was one of the biggest of the year, he likely would have declined showing up at all.

At least he could pretend that he was somewhere else once he was inside and away from all these miserable New Yorkers, he thought to himself, not fully aware that he was being just as miserable as they were, if not more so; at least most of them were only grumpy because of the steady torrent of rain that was coming down from the sky. True, the weather was doing nothing to help raise his spirits as he tried to find the building he was looking for, whilst holding an umbrella over his head, but it could have been the sunniest day with the most soothing gentle breeze blowing down the Manhattan streets, and Sebastian still would have been in a foul mood simply because of where he was.

As he finally found the building he had been looking for he sighed with a mix of relief and exasperation; relief for having found it, and exasperation that it had taken so long to find. He was more than ready to get out of the rain and, more importantly, away from all the reminders that he was in New York, but when he tried to close his umbrella, he found that it was jammed. Letting out another sigh, this one being pure exasperation this time, he stood there trying desperately to get the umbrella to close, and yet it would not budge. It was only as he felt the presence of someone standing across from him that he realized he had been standing directly in the doorway, and he cursed under his breath, before he lifted his eyes to the woman’s face and he cleared his throat. “I’m uh..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...it’s just that my umbrella...I…you know what? I’m just gonna shut up and step out of your way now.” He said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle and a shake of his head, before taking a step to the side to get out of the woman’s way. God, New York strikes again. City where dreams are made? More like the city where every moment is a waking nightmare.

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Lucy waited until her office door was closed before she let in on Jamie. “I swear to god that you are just trying to get me fired with the absolutely stupid shit that you do.” She said as she closed her binder as she pushed it to the side of her desk. “I get that you are trying to have fun and a good time, but you have no idea how shitty it makes me look. Also you’re going to end up breaking a hip and I’m going to tell people that it was from you trying to do Tik Tok dances. So you better get your shit together.” She said, pointing to him. “You understand? Or I will start a rumor that you are in love with Jerry Seinfeld and are sending him locks of your hair to get his attention. Kapeesh?”

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A light smile came upon the pale face of a man before it faded. Something about the reaction he had felt off-putting. He stares for the longest time at the person before him. Then he gave the woman a look that showed concern and uncertainty. “Are you certain this is what you want?” Asks the man before he holds his hand out to the woman.

“I would do everything in my power to give you all you want out of this world...but there are some things I will never be able to do on my own.” His eyes lower to himself for a brief moment before they set on the woman again.

“I am but a machine who loves a woman that wishes he could be just as she is...human...mortal...exactly as the woman I love.”