𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮: the fear of love or of becoming emotionally connected with another person.
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Her, the only one who is not afraid of saying what she thinks and not kissing his ass.
Him, the only one that wakes up a part of her that she as ne...
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—THE TWO YOUNG TROUBLE MAKERS STARE at each other, grumpily and confused. Now having moved from the elevator to the meeting room, and seated in front of one another at the wooden brown table.
The brunette beauty hopes that this day ends as fast as it began already done with it. While the guy just wants to go to a club and finish what he started last night with his alcohol, but they know that they can't leave this meeting, and it's important.
The open fire in the background, attached to the wall behind the four people, chitters as no one breaks the silence, filling the void in the singers chests with more confusion and curiosity
"What are we doing here?" The girl asks, breaking the silence.
"I'm glad you asked Ms. Davis" the moment her last name comes out of the man's mouth she tenses up, covering it before anyone even notices, but he does. He cocks his eyebrows at her, with the usual mischievous tint in his eyes.
"Please call me Emery or Em either is fine but not Ms. Davis" she ignores the look the guy is giving her as the end of her sentence comes out kind of muffled.
"Why can't he call you Ms. Davis? Ms. Davis" the guy asks, trying to get a reaction out of her, mocking her last name at the end.
He doesn't even know why he is speaking up, he is usually silent in meetings only speaking up when throwing one of his little kid tantrums when not agreeing with something talked about.
"Because it makes me feel old," she says seeming unbothered, as she comes up with a lie at the moment, not even looking at him and just staring upfront at the four people waiting to continue explaining what's happening.
The asshole as Em likes to call him in her mind, just tilts his head to the side, seeming like he is trying to study her like she is a diary with a lock and he is trying to find the key.
She turns her head staring back the same way, mocking his little head tilt, studying him with her eyes as they move around his handsome face - you didn't hear that from her - and chocolate eyes.
They look like they're challenging each other in some way.
A throat clears in the background, breaking their little moment and they both turn their heads.
"Are you both done?" The woman in a suit asks, sending them an icy look, more to the guy that had to involve himself in the conversation even when not asked to.
"Just get to it already," the asshole guy says impolitely, as he just wants to move this along, making an even bigger fool of himself in front of these new people, but not giving a fuck.
"If you would shut up they could." the girl goes again, the argument about to start.
As the guy is about to say something that is gonna cause a fight his manager stops him, shutting him up with a glare, and the mysterious guy looks at the girl with a glare too since in his opinion she started it.
