#interaction; clementine

[ohmydcrling]

clementine had hardly been at her desk all day. that was fine with her, considering she didn’t really feel like being there in the first place, surrounded by thick legal tombs and an evergrowing pile of paperwork for her to copy, distribute, and file. she used the opportunity to grab herself some iced coffee as she stood basically parked in front of the copier, bored out of her mind as she leaned against the machine and scrolled through her phone as it spat out pages and pages of material beneath her. she could probably just leave and come back, but she was enjoying the time doing nothing, so she lingered, glancing over her shoulder when she sensed a presence behind her. “hey,” was all she really had the energy for, smile thin on her face.

[ohmydcrling]

clementine had needed a breather. she’d been dancing for so long that one of eliza’s friends had come and swept her date away long before clem had gotten sick of being on the dance floor, but now that she was worn out she just wanted fresh air to cool off. she made sure she had all of her things before wandering out of the main hubbub of the party, going outside to wander into the courtyard garden. she rounded the pond in the center, removing her wax vape from where it was wedged into the bodice of her dress and jumping in surprise when she felt a tap on her shoulder, “oh shoot” slipping past her lips as she clutched her hands to her chest in fright. she turned to see who had approached her, letting out an exhale of relief. “you scared me!” she’d been excited to have a moment alone, but she guessed the courtyard was big enough for the both of them. innocently, she took a pull from the vape, turning away to exhale the thick cloud away from them. “you can have a hit if you don’t tell anyone i brought it. it’s kinda strong, just a warning.” she offered. it was a gala, but she was still going to abide by stoner rules. “needed a break from the party?” she guessed. 

[ohmydcrling]

clementine tried not to feel weird about packing up her side of the reception desk, the milk crate she was placing her items into slowly filling up with all of the miscellaneous stuff she’d collected over the years. photos from work parties, a vase of plastic sunflowers, a couple bottles of nail polish, a plethora of pens and sticky notes, a copy of hug your haters: how to embrace complaints and keep your customers happy by jay baer, a pair of slides, a couple cd-roms and cd’s, and where the crawdads sing by delila owens were already packed away. she glanced up as someone approached the reception desk, smiling apologetically. “hey. sorry but uhm, she can help you over there if you need anything.” she gestured to the other receptionist. she continued packing, sighing as she tied her hair back, tired of it being in her face.

[ohmydcrling]

outgoing text: ezra, eliza

CLEM: do you mind if i double-book a cuddle reservation?

[ohmydcrling]

outgoing text to >> eliza

clem: hey ! i miss you !! 😔

[ohmydcrling]

clementine and jude, while on speaking terms, had not yet returned to normal. at this rate, she didn’t know if things really could. but she was trying to engage in the lightness of their usual conversation without overstepping boundaries, without lingering too long, without freeing the weird hurricane of feelings that had been zooming through her head since the gala. it felt like so long ago but also like yesterday. this trip may have been nice if it weren’t a work trip, or if jude would look up from his stack of paperwork for longer than five seconds to talk to her. she’d been bored. she’d been bored and watching him sink as he kept refusing to give her stuff to do, and after coming out of the meeting and watching him make a beeline to a seat with an ocean view with his folders and notes without so much as a hesitation clem was beginning to feel... she didn’t know. useless? stupid? guilty? all of the above? she followed him, because if he was working she should probably help him work, as his assistant, even if he didn’t want to let her. “uhm,” she turned briefly when someone tapped her on the shoulder in goodbye, watching the crowd of people disperse towards the elevators, the bar, and the beach. “do you want me to help you with anything before i go?” as much as she wanted to just enjoy the scenery and the weather and the crystal blue water, it was still a business trip. 

@lcyalty​ (closed)

[ohmydcrling]

clementine had been feeling some type of way after the gala. what was she feeling? she didn’t really know. her and sebastian had always been complicated, and the weekend hadn’t really made anything more clear to her. it wasn’t an issue of whether they wanted each other, so much as the fact that either of them just kept doing nothing about it. so against what was probably her better judgement, she walked her ass in the opposite direction of where she lived after her trip to the gym, freshly out of the shower and still smelling like strawberry shampoo, to sebastian’s place. after making exactly one stop, she knocked on his door with her hands feeling sweaty, waiting for him to answer the door with her heart in her throat. it wasn’t like she’d never been to his place before, but it was usually in the presence of other company, and it definitely wasn’t ever unannounced. when he opened the door she smiled nervously. she always managed to be shy around him at first, feeling like a fourth-grader having to swallow their fear and give their crush a valentine’s day card. “uhm, hey.” she held up the bottle of wine she’d procured on the way over,  “donatella told me this is one of your favorites. are you busy...?” the book he’d given her laid heavy in her bag and she thought maybe she was ready to talk about it now, even if it felt like he’d read her more than she’d wanted to be seen. 

@ghcstin​

[ohmydcrling]

outgoing text to >> baby bird

clem: hey, where are you?

clem: are you okay?