After the food arrived, which was not much really – a plate hot wings and mozeralla sticks with a bowl of artichoke dip which they both agreed to share, and white wine – the atmosphere around the pair became less tense. Taylor busied herself with the food, purposely focusing her concentration on dipping the sticks carefully, all the while aware of his stare on her, no doubt with a cocky little grin. She figured that was his defense mechanism instead of being exceptionally polite and controlled, which was hers. They hesitantly slipped into light conversation, mostly around safe topics – the fashion show, families and food.
Twenty minutes of agonizing refrain later, Taylor's phone rang. She plucked it out from her bag, guilty when she looked at the caller ID. I'm the worst friend ever. "Hey, Lily," Taylor said into the phone, nodded once, and continued, "No, that's okay. I got caught up with something too." Another pause, "Don't worry, I'll get a cab from the hotel. Take care."
She hadn't even put her phone back when Joe whispered, dangerously close to her. "Liar."
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FanfictionAll she wants is to have somewhat of a peaceful life but that's wishful thinking when you're a ten-time Grammy award winner. Taylor Swift's already drama-filled life gets more complicated as she searches for a way to get rid of her boyfriend of one...
