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❝ juliet to your romeo ❞
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Today was the day of your long-awaited interview with Pieck's company. You straightened up the front of your shirt by a mirror in the kitchen, chatting with Sasha over your shoulder.
"How do I look?" you asked, spinning on her heels to face her.
She inspected your outfit momentarily, before her lips curved into a smile. "Drop-dead gorgeous!"
Heat rose to your cheeks and you covered a chuckle with your hand. "Oh shush, you're flattering me."
"No for real y/n!" She sank down into her seat at the counter and rested her head in her palm while she seemed to be in deep thought. "If only you had kids, you'd be a whole milf!"
You burst out into laughter and clutched your stomach. "Stop Sash, you're gonna make me cry and my mascara is perfect right now!"
The time on your watch read 9:05am - you needed to get a move on. Clutching your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you waved Sasha off and headed for the door, your heels clicking over the stone floor of your building.
Soon you were down the street and on a crowded subway, holding onto the cold metal of a handlebar while you watched the swarms of people getting on and off the carriage. You liked people-watching. Sometimes, you would make up little life stories for the strangers in the subway, or the streets around you.
A young couple caught your eye. Two women, one with light features and blond hair and a taller tan one with far darker hair. The blond looked slightly nervous - a first date, you imagined to yourself and let a smile cross your face at the sweet moment the two were sharing.
It had been a while since you had felt something like they must've been feeling. The honeymoon-phase butterflies-in-your-stomach type of feeling. Sure, there was Porco, but that spark had died out a long while ago - you both just kept each-other around for the sex. Being single worked for you, but sometimes, when night fell and left you all alone, you couldn't help but long for that feeling again.
There was a tap at your shoulder.
You snapped out of your trance and jolted around to face Jean.
"J-Jean? Hey- hi! You took me by surprise there!"
He smiled at you. Your eyes watched the smile he adorned, and then drifted to his outfit. A work suit, rather formal for him, and... oddly handsome? His tie was loosened, slackened slightly around his neck, and a blazer hanging over his broad shoulders.
