@goldibald, starter call.
it's become their morning ritual of sorts. no longer are the days of meeting her minions on the steps of the met before making their way to constance. nowadays, the queen b opts for meeting her king with two cups of jitter bean coffee outside the god-u crimefighting hall. a salted cream cold brew in one hand for herself & a white americano in the other for him, when blair spots nate across the courtyard, she can't help but smile. (even after all these years, she does cartwheels in her stomach. that's true love.) prada heels clicking against the sidewalk, chanel purse slung across her body, she makes her way over. as soon as blair's standing behind him, the coffee cups are placed aside before her hands cover his eyes.
❝ surprise! ❞ she's aware it's not really a surprise. (it's a morning ritual they share together, after all. it's the furthest thing from a surprise.) but it doesn't stop her from wearing her heart on her sleeve. the smile is still worn across her face as she lifts both hands from his irises, the cup of americano being brought into his view. ❝ it's your favorite as always— ❞ the coffee cup is passed in nate's direction before she takes a sip of her own latte, a refreshed sigh for the dramatics being exhaled.
❝ so, what's on the agenda for tonight? & please don't say we're watching football in luke's dorm again. if you do, i think i'd rather stumble into oncoming traffic on park avenue. ❞
