[Elliot Clayton x fem!oc]
(𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -- 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)
Gretta Kemble is the 17 year old daughter of single mother and police homicide detective Grace Kemble, who is most known for dealing with the most high profile cas...
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Grace awoke the next morning to find herself in a simultaneously unfamiliar and familiar room.
As she cracked her back (from what she realized was the uncomfortableness of sleeping on a couch all night) Grace realized she was in one of the conference rooms.
Then she saw a little note placed next to her in familiar handwriting:
Sweet dreams <3 —Gretta
Grace checked her watch and noted the time to be 8:30 am and decided it would be best to stretch her legs and get some fresh air.
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Once outside, Grace sat down on one of the benches and watched the clouds move in the sky before the sound of a car pulling up into the parking lot caught her attention.
It was an expensive looking black four-wheel vehicle with UK license plates. More importantly Grace recognized it as Elliot's car from that late night they were all in the parking lot together.
Even more importantly: she saw both Gretta and Elliot get out of the car. There was a rock song playing as they got out before Elliot shut off the engine and locked the doors.
He was wearing his usual attire while Gretta wore a Set It Off band t-shirt, black ripped jeans, black Reverse shoes and a blue jean jacket. She was also carrying a tray of cups in her hand and handed one of them to Elliot.
Grace hazarded a guess that it was either tea or coffee as they walked over towards her, talking amongst themselves and seeming to be unaware of Grace on the bench.
Finally, Gretta looked over as they were a few feet away and waved.
"Oh, hey mom!"
"Hey kiddo." Grace replies, attempting to keep a neutral tone and not seem surprised as seeing the two together.
"I brought you some tea—orange pekoe. Your favorite!" Gretta explains with a smile as she grabs one of the teas and hands it to her mother.
"Thank you." Grace says, grabbing it and watches as Gretta grabs the other tea from the tray—an earl grey—for herself and then chucks the cardboard in the trash.
"So...how you'd sleep last night?"
"Considering I slept on a couch all night...not great. Why didn't you wake me?" Gretta shrugged.
