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Midnight and he still hadn’t finished editing the script. While he knew consistently flickering his gaze to the alarm clock only upped his anxiety, he couldn’t help it. Pierce rubbed his already reddened eyes and decided nothing else would be done tonight. Once he’d pushed himself before which ended with his script getting tossed into a trash can and a very irate film director. He closed his laptop following a grumble from his stomach. Yes, food. He had forgotten about dinner. A natural night owl, Pierce already knew of the 24/7 diner he frequented.
He opened the door and sniffed the air. The scent of cheap fries wafted towards him and he looked on with excitement. Scanning the room, his eyes picked up a familiar face and Pierce gravitated towards them. “Vi.” He smirked, reaching to steal some of her food. “Mind if I join you? Ah, who am I kidding. Taking this booth whether you like it or not.”
