❝bad girls, see them out on the street at night.❞
follow the life of jamie boyd, a 30 something year old as she is looking for love in the big apple.
( maleoc x femoc)
(lowercase intended)
(october 18 - ongoing)
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! BAD GIRLS ! BAD GIRLS !
( a sex and the city fic )
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UPLAND new york, new york 7:15pm
the day had been tiring, full of moving furniture and unpacking boxes since i had helped jemma and dakota with the moving. but it was finally over, and i was ready to unwind.
i had decided to treat myself and jemma to a nice dinner out at a nearby restaurant. we walked into the upscale restaurant, taking in the sophisticated atmosphere and stylish decor.
we made our way over to the hostess stand, where a pretty young woman greeted me with a smile. "good evening. do you guys have a reservation?" she asked politely.
i shook my head. "no, we don't have a reservation. but we'd like a table for two, if possible." i said.
the hostess nodded and checked her seating chart. "we have a few open tables. follow me." she said, grabbing a menu and leading me through the restaurant.
i was wearing a green and yellow abstract bandeau top along with a black maxi skirt and black wedges as i strutted behind the hostess.
as we weaved our way through the restaurant, i noticed several heads turning to check me out. i felt a twinge of confidence at the attention, but tried to keep a casual demeanor.
the hostess came to a stop at a table near the back of the restaurant, tucked away in a cozy corner. "here you are." she said, gesturing for me to take a seat.
i thanked her and sat down, looking around at the other patrons. some were couples, others were groups of friends, but there were also a few people dining alone.
i picked up the menu and skimmed through the options, my stomach growling with anticipation. everything sounded delicious, but i was in the mood for something light yet satisfying.
just then a waitress came over, but not to take my order. "excuse me, that gentleman over there wants to buy you a drink."
i looked up in surprise, and followed the waitress' gesture to a handsome man who seemed to be a bit older than me sitting at a nearby table. he raised his glass in a silent toast, a charming smile on his lips.
