A/N: Dedicated to psycho_singer and gggoats
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"Care to tell me why Andrea is hogging the hippie server over there?" Jacob enquired. "Because I need a refill like, stat."
Cassandra spared him a sideway glance. "There's like, fifty other waiters in the vicinity to get you another drink Jacob."
"But the bloke must be serving something pretty special that she doesn't want to share. So I want it." He proclaimed, slushing the melting ice cubes in his empty glass about.
Now that Ramesh didn't look so close to owing the tweens double or flash the party, Jacob had gotten rather chatty towards Cassandra. She'd been staking out Andrea from the table since the brunette appeared to have seen a ghost when looking at the employee.
There was gasping and hushed exchanges then they migrated to a pillared corner. The distance and swarms of people rotating made it difficult to discern their expressions if it was going well or Cassandra needed to do some rescuing.
"So come on now," nagged Jacob, "what's the story there?"
"Ever heard curiosity killed the cat?"
"What, and you're not trying to eavesdrop right now?"
Cassandra restrained a glare. "He's somebody Andrea knew when she was younger."
"... An estranged brother?"
Cassandra couldn't hide her stun. "How'd you—?"
"Well, they obviously look alike and you have got to be the worst person at keeping a poker face." Jacob shook his head with a smirk.
Cassandra decided to keep her lips completely sealed, but it wasn't like she had anything further to reveal. Andrea spoke little to nothing of her elder sibling on the ferry ride. Heck, why hadn't she noticed their similarities but this nosey git did? Jeffrey had the same night black hair as Andrea and bronze tan. His eyes were simply a shade darker but the resemblances were blatant.
Perhaps from the brief mention the lad had fell into a 'bad crowd' Cassandra pictured somebody more... wild child-like. Face roughened by piercings or sleeves of tattoos. Not a ponytail and serving drinks at a teen birthday party.
Jacob decided it was time to acknowledge her again. "You and Andrea a thing?"
"No." Even though it was one hundred percent true, she'd sputtered it in a rush. Jacob raised a skeptic brow. "I'm not—"
"Yeah, I caught that from you ogling McCoy during our meetings. But I'm pretty sure Andrea definitely prefers her dairy over protein if you know what I mean?"
Cassandra pulled a disgusted look. "That has got to be the most dumbest euphemism I've ever heard."
"At least you got it, figured with how slow you are not to catch she well fancies you." When Cassandra's cheeks flushed, it didn't go unnoticed. "Wait, you do?!"
"No! I-I mean yes but..."
Jacob let out a low whistle. "And to think I had you down as Little Miss Innocent but you've been leading the poor broad on. I'm impressed."
"It's not like that, we've decided to be friends."He rolled his eyes. "And I've never heard that lead to disaster in any soap opera in history."
Cassandra hated that the prick was right on the nail there. Her life was dangerously on the brink of becoming a full blown out soap opera. The only cliché conflict that had yet to ensue was the unexpected pregnancy or someone getting murdered.
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