your hand in mine

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This is really not what Roseanne's been expecting when she decided to drop by Lisa's apartment, unannounced. She's wearing a matching lingerie set, for fuck's sake. The one she bought specifically for the occasion, no less.

So her surprise at having found another hot blonde in Lisa's apartment when she's come there with one purpose in mind is completely justified, in her opinion.

It's not like they are dating, so technically this isn't cheating. It's not like Roseanne has any feelings at all. Well, she does have pride, and she's not going to lie - if Lisa's two-timing her, it does sting a little bit. Not to mention it messes her plan up quite a bit.

All those thoughts fly through her head in a second as she stands at Lisa's door, gaping at a tall blonde woman frowning back at her. She's all sharp gaze and sharp cheekbones, and when it's clear she isn't going to acknowledge Roseanne in any way other than judgmentally studying her, Roseanne clears her throat and speaks.

"Is, uh, is Lisa home?"

The woman's confused frown turns into a scowl. "You must be Roseanne." Well. This is taking hospitality to a whole new level - one far below the usual socially acceptable standard.

"That's me," Roseanne tries not to stutter. She's not easily scared, usually. But this woman has quite an intimidating presence. Now that Roseanne gets a closer look at her, gets past her first assumption, she can see she doesn't look like she's just been fooling around. In fact, she looks impeccable, dressed in a manner similar to Lisa herself. Her stance resembles Lisa's, too: tall and proud, if a bit sleeker. Just a touch more predatory.

So Lisa's not cheating -- not seeing other people, Roseanne corrects herself. Who is this woman, then? An associate? Do business associates frequent each other's apartments?

"Jessica."

Oh.

Oh, so this is -- oh. This is only the most important person in Lisa's life, as Eunwoo once put it. Jessica Chand. Lisa's advisor and business partner.

And, judging by her glare, not a fan of Roseanne's. "Lisa," she replies in kind, not taking her eyes off Roseanne. "I was merely making the acquaintance of Miss Park."

Roseanne has to bite her tongue to hold a jab she really, really wants to make. But something tells her that pissing Jessica off is a poor decision. She needs to ask Eunwoo about her later. But now, she shifts her gaze from Jessica to Lisa and feels a small smile tug at the corner of her lips when blue meets vibrant green. "Hey."

Lisa's voice softens, so subtly Roseanne almost misses it. "Hello, Roseanne. Is everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Roseanne contemplates whether pushing past Jessica and entering the room would be wise. In the end, her stubbornness wins. She edges past Jessica, slightly brushing her shoulder with her own as she walks in to give Lisa a soft kiss on the cheek. "I wanted to see you," she says quietly, watching Lisa's eyes soften with a smile that doesn't quite reach her lips. "I'm sorry if this isn't a good time. Wanted to surprise you."

"You did," Lisa lets her know, that barely-there smile still dancing across her lips like a fading shadow. "Thank you."

"A weird thing to be thankful for."

"Not quite how I see it."

"Then Miss Park and I are more alike than I thought." Right. Jessica. Still very present and very much not a fan of Roseanne. What has Lisa been telling her to have her this angry with her seconds after meeting her - barely?

Roseanne struggles against the urge to childishly roll her eyes and turns away from Lisa to face Jessica who's still standing near the door. She hasn't closed it, Roseanne notes. Interesting. "I'm sorry, this is really rude of me," she says with a smile that becomes a touch warmer when she feels Lisa's tentative hand on the small of her back in silent support. The gesture doesn't go unnoticed by Jessica, whose glare grows colder. Huh. So I'm a rift. Interesting. "It's just… it's been a while since I saw Lisa."