Manhattan, New York
6/12/2099
Miguel rolls his eyes in annoyance, either way he doesn't do a snarky remark like usual.
"And who are you to say I tampered with important evidence, ah cariño?"
(Ah dear?)
[Y/n] laughs at the prideful man, for the lawyer it's just another procedure they have to go through rather than trying to insult clients.
"It's a just a procedure, I trust you didn't do anything!"
[Y/n] smiles sweetly at both Lyla and Miguel, Layla smiling back and Miguel just scoffing as he runs his hand through his chestnut hair. A waiter comed up to their table, asking for any drinks that they want. [Y/n] happily takes his order.
"May I have a red wine dear?"
The waiters eyes trail to [Y/n]'s body, he writes his order down quickly, the waiter rips out a piece of paper and slides it towards [Y/n]. Matthew has a hunch on what it is, and so does Miguel. They both speak at the same time.
"He's not interested."
The waiter merely backs off a feet or two, never the less they continue taking their orders. Miguel orders a champagne, Matthew and Lyla order a pink lemonade with alcohol in it.
"So about the other evidence..."
Miguel puts his champagne to his lips, taking swift sips off his drink, a smirk plastered slight on his face. He stops at 3 swigs.
"Emocionado, ah?"
(Excited, ah?)
"Posiblemente."
(Possibly.)
Miguel leans over to Lyla murmuring something about [Y/n]. His-now red eyes under neath the restaurants/club lights-rakes over Matthews hand, specifically the one placed on his thigh. For some reason that boiled an unfamiliar emotion in his heart, why should the Miguel O'hara care about some lawyer, some new neighbor, some other pretty boy? He' s absolutely clueless.
"Here you go, hermoso."
[Y/n]'s ear tint with blush, Matthew can't help but squeeze long haired males thigh.
"What's wrong sunshine? Have you had too much to drink?"
[Y/n] looks up at Matthew, he buries his face in his chest, a mumble remark coming from him.
"Yeah, I think so.."
Matthew rubs one hand on [Y/n]'s back, from his peripheral vision he sees Miguel glaring at him, his smile grows my a tenfold. None the less [Y/n] picks up his head up and rests it on top of his colleagues shoulder. Matthew picks up the folder, pictures of tests subjects and workers stacked on top of each other.
"Not to mention audios I have too."
Oh my god. Just how much does he have against Alchamex? [Y/n] blinks with obvious perplexity painted in his [E/c] eyes.
"What is your affiliation with Alchamex..?"
"Ex-employee, I went under cover too, gathered enough info and left."
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O Sol e a Lua
Romance"O sol pediu a lua em casamento E a lua, disse Não sei, não sei, não sei Me dá um tempo." The sweet and warm sun [Y/n] [L/n], meets the brooding and "arrogant" moon, Miguel O'hara. After [Y/n] moves into his new apartment, he wants to get to know...
