LOCATION — Outside Amélie’s workplace. DATE — July 1st, 2023. STARTER — Closed for @samar-sehgal
Since the tragic but over-sensationalized events that happened on the night of the Awards a few months ago, Gideon has had special cause to avoid any media person in his path. Rather successfully, he’d managed to avoid Samar Sehgal among them.
Others had tried to ask him questions, naturally, but most lacked that Sehgal level of persistence, and so he’d dodged questions, whenever he hadn’t been able to dodge journalists in their entirety.
... Until now.
He’d known it was risky to approach the lion’s den, but Amélie had pleaded and as time goes on he’s found it harder and harder to deny her any request. But as Samar exits the building and claps eyes on him, Gideon fears it’ll come at a steep cost.
“Not now.” The Rutherford hums under his breath, wary gaze darting over Samar’s shoulder to one of the doors of the London Advocate. Amélie could be exiting the building at any second. It really would be just his kind of luck.
“If you have a single merciful bone in your body — Not now, Samar.”