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sweetpinkpixie · 05-04-2020, 07:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Samia

For the life of him, Hazen couldn’t remember where they had decided to have lunch. But that was no surprise, this was happening to him a lot lately. He either forgot things or he deliberately didn’t want to think about them at all - and he wasn’t sure why.

So, when Amaia had texted she was on her way - he had just replied back saying he’d wait for her at the fountain. Because that way he wouldn’t have to ask where they were meeting.

Running a hand through his hair, the former Slytherin, stood with his back to the fountain - people watching as he usually did. It was always interesting, and distracting -- like the guy who was looking at himself in the mirror. Vanity could be amusing at times.

Amaia, a working woman now, was running a bit late thanks to a last minute request from her supervisor on organizing some paperwork and then the dreaded request of 'get me a cup of coffee, doll' that almost always followed any visit to his office. She yearned for the days of working alongside Tala again, where she felt like an equal in the world of architectural design rather than some waitress at a pub, but that had not been how assignments had been handed out this time.

She was ready for this project to be over.

Slim fitting pantsuit in one of his favorite shades of hers to wear, the former Ravenclaw took to the streets of the Alley at a bit of a jog - enough of on that her neatly set hair came loose and left her looking more like herself and less a polished business woman - her face lit up when she saw his brooding self in silent judgement mode. And while she had debated taking it off because of things he had said that night, the ring remained dutifully on her finger.

Slips up beside him, though she suspected he sensed her presence several strides away, and wraps her arms around his middle with a kiss pressed against his shoulder. "...hi," whispers a bit breathlessly. "Sorry I'm late...he did it again."

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