The Bet || Lizrei

Chapter 7

Saturday morning found Liz standing at her desk in a position similar to the one Rei had caught her in the night before. The handsome detective had been called out to a scene in the middle of the night, and Liz was taking advantage of her time alone to try and finish the work that Rei had interrupted the night before. She ran an exhausted hand through her hair and gratefully tore her eyes away from her notes as her cell beeped with an incoming text. Thankful for the distraction, she picked up the phone. A quick glance at the screen showed that the message wasn't from Rei, as she had expected, but from Ahn yujin'.

What's the score?

Liz's brow furrowed in disbelief, thinking that there was no way Yujin could have heard about the bet. What score? she typed back hurriedly.

Between you and Naoi. Who's winning?

"You gotta be kidding me," Liz muttered. You know about that?

Duh. I know everything.

"Of course," Liz mumbled. Who told you?

Jungwon And Leeseo might have mentioned something about catching you with your pants down... metaphorically speaking.

Liz contemplated smacking her head onto the top of her desk for a moment before she finally replied, Fuck me.

That's what Leeseo told me Rei did, yes.

Liz groaned. She could picture perfectly the smug grin Yujin was undoubtedly sporting after delivering that line. Har, har.

So, who's winning?

Why do you want to know?

Because I got in on the pool Jungwon and the boys at the precinct are running.

What? They're betting on us?

Liz, they bet on everything. I think Leeseo and Gaeul are in on it too.

Wait, what?

Hey! I'm bored ... wanna meet for coffee?

Liz looked down at the doodles littering her legal pad and figured a break might be just what she needed to jump-start her brain. Um. Sure. Where?

Little shop across the street from the courthouse?

No – too many ADAs.

Heh – that's right. Okay, how about Shenanigans?

Is that even a real place? It sounds like something you made up.

*sigh* Yes, it's real. Google map it and I'll meet you there in forty five.

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Forty-four minutes later, Liz was sitting by the window at Shenanigans, a rather quirky coffee shop in the middle of Manhattan's shopping district. Valiantly ignoring the loud tourists trying to find their way around, she kept an eye out for Ahn Yujin', whom she hoped would arrive on time for a change instead of making her wait alone in an unfamiliar establishment. Just as another minute ticked by on her cell phone's display, she saw a familiar, dark-haired woman heading towards her with her trademark swaying hips and dimpled smile. No one could deny that Yujin knew how to make an entrance.

"Howdy," the Federal Prosecutor said, taking a seat across from Liz at the small table and draping the strap of her purse over the back of her chair.

"Right on time," Liz admitted, sounding a little cross. She had been looking for an excuse to complain to her friend.