*** Evelyn's POV ***
"Pick up. Pick up." I mutter to myself as I sit in the quiet café in a cozy corner space.
"Just because you're between contracts and not working doesn't mean the rest of us aren't." My sassy best friend picks up.
"I wouldn't have called, bu'tits an emergency." I assure her.
"Why does it sound like you have a cock in your mouth?" She laughs at my garbled speech.
"Emergency dwent'all tweetment. Guess who m'dentist is." I state and then don't give her time to guess. "Resort fwing."
"Wait...what? You called him? Are you in Pittsburgh? And he's there?!" She tries to catch up.
"Yes!" I hiss. "I did call him, but never reached him, but now he's here in the same location and I don't know how to handle it."
"Um, remember that thing that Miguel tried to get you to do? That's called dating." The smartass tells me.
"Fuck koff. I should 'ave called someone who cou'd help." I snap.
"You fuck off. I'm your wellspring of advice. Unless you want to call your mother or your siblings." She reminds me of how limited my support system actually is.
"We leff toff...on a bad foot." I phrase it carefully.
"Well a little bit of hot office sex will ease that." She remarks matter-of-factly.
"I think he might 'ave gotten back wit' his ex. She showed up at the reso't." I share, hearing the dejection in my voice.
"Ew." Meagan comments.
"He wants to explain. I'm trying not to get my hopes'up. I mean, what are the chances that I was movin' to where he w'ives?" I wonder aloud, shaking my head at the ridiculous coincidence.
"Listen to you getting all romantic and sentimental." She teases.
"W'isten to me." I sigh.
"Miguel called me." Meagan drops this information.
"Wha? Why?" I don't understand why my ex whatever he is would be calling her. I didn't even known that he had her number.
"He wants to surprise you with a visit. Begged me for your address since apparently you won't reply to any of his messages." Meagan fills me in.
"He's annoyingly determined." I grumble. "Should I be expecting a visitor?"
"I told him to take a hint if you weren't answering, but I wouldn't put it past him to try your sister or brother." Meagan warns.
"Perfect. Well now that I'm reminded of why I don't date, my head is pwenty clear about meeting with Raf'el." I bitch.
"Who?"
"Resort fwing."
"His name is Rafael? Which turtle was he? The brooding one?" She questions, cracking up.
"I made a joke about his brow-fers being named after other turtles. And get this. His youn'gr sib-wings actually call him Turtle." I laugh, remembering the exchange.
"Wow, you met the whole fam, did ya? Any hot available brothers or sisters?" She pries. She is non-discriminating in her partners.
"I t'ink. I didn't spend much time digging into their backgwounds, but there are some who are married and I t'ink Cw'istian is divorced?" I try to remember.
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Romans*** COMPLETED STORY *** Evelyn is stubbornly resistant to fitting her family's model of perfect, demure wife material. She flees her hometown and an unwanted relationship to pursue her career and get away from their ridicule. Following a hot resort...
