"Have you seen my straightener? I swore I left it on the bathroom sink" the swiss woman asked, wandering around Candice's home.
"Thought I saw it somewhere in the kitchen" Nina replied as she dashes around her and makes her way to the bedroom.
Her phone abruptly rings, as she picks it up and see's the caller id.
"Shit... really again?" she says to herself as she holds the ringing phone on the palms of her hands. At the last ring she decided to answer it, what is there to lose?
"Hi, Ian... how's it going?" she formally greets, not trying to make the awkwardness apparent.
"Lets quit with the awkwardness okay? Do you know what time we're suppose to be on set the following week?" he cuts to the chase.
"Early-ish".
"That's all I needed, bye" he hangs up as Nina is left still with the phone by her ear, she turns to see Candice standing in front of the guest room door, having walked in to the room when the brunette was occupied.
"We'll just need to wait for Kat to adjust a few pieces of her hair, and we're set to go" the blonde whispers.
"Great, tell her to hurry up." Nina responds, as she proceeds with adding a few finishing touches to her make-up.
"Wanna talk about it?" the older woman meaningfully asks, coming in closer distance to the Bulgarian.
"Candice!" Nina's noticeable frustrated tone says, her hand lifted up as a sign to stop where she is. The woman steps back, not wanting a wrong approach, but to rather comfort her in a time of need.
"I'm trying to have fun tonight. Drink, dance, and if I'm lucky, I'll maybe get laid." she stops presumably, "But my night won't be ruined."
Candice goes to exit the room, thinking of reasons for Nina's sudden change in attitude. The last thing she wanted to do was unravel anything the brunette wanted to be kept stored deep inside her intellectual. She instead brushes the topic off her head and decides to tidy up her makeup. Hoping that tonight would be more of a fun night and not an emotional one.
After half an hour or so, the three woman go and seek an exotic night, wanting to explore new areas of Atlanta they had yet to experience or see for themselves. Deep in the city, they found a rather popular club with a long line of people, but because of their celebrity status, the guards recognized them and allowed them to skip the line.
"So what exactly is this place called?" Kat asked, as they dash their way to the bar and sit, preparing for an endless numbers of shots.
"No idea, but what I do know is that Paul texted me that he was going out tonight." Candice secretly tells Kat, not wanting Nina to overhear as she talks to the bartender about their orders.
"And I just might think he's at this very club... that gives us the opportunity to talk to him about what's going on with him and Nina"
"Wait, wait, wait what do you mean us, maybe I want to stay out of this just as much, I don't think he'll actually be as opening to us anyway. I mean come on, this is Paul we're talking about." Kat inquires, emphasizing the word.
"Think of it this way. Nina is already having a tough time with it, but how about Paul? What if he just sees it as... well nothing?" Candice clarifies her reasoning, as both women give a quick glance at Nina, who's having a friendly conversation with the bartender.
"It's not a brilliant idea C, I mean that's invading their own personal privacy. Think about it, if we talk to Paul about Nina, he'll approach her to talk about it. She'll come and confront us of why did we even mentioned her in anything. It just wouldn't work"
