The Romantic Turnabout [EdgeworthxOC]

11. The Turnabout Friday

Friday already came, and I decided that it was time to do some shopping. I sat on the blue couch in Nick's office space, browsing through some wedding magazines.

Since I couldn't afford those flashy dresses at those expensive stores, I decided to ask Phoenix if he knew who I can ask to help me find one for a cheaper and more suitable price.

"I don't know."

"Geez, aren't you reliable." I rolled my eyes.

"Rachael," Phoenix sighs. "How many times must I tell you? I'm an ace attorney, not a tailor."

"I'm an ace attorney, not a tailor." I mocked. "Nick, you don't have to be something to know something."

"You do realize that in order to know something you have to at least have some sort of experience that relates to it, right?"

"Do you have to get hit by a car to know that it hurts?"

Phoenix glowered at me, turning back to his desk. "Why don't you go and ask Miles."

Recoiling, I blushed. "W-What?"

"Since you know he's into that type of stuff, go and ask him."

"W-Why would I do that?!"

"Rachael." Phoenix slammed his desk, aggravated. "Please, I'm trying to finish these paper works before I meet Maya at the station."

"Oh, right!" I gasped. "Then I'll come with you!"

"Please, no..." He grumbled.

"Why not...?" I whimpered.

"Maya is a bit skeptical about other female friends... I don't need her getting the wrong idea."

"So, you think that it would be better for her to find a surprise here, rather than just meeting me up front?"

Phoenix tapped his chin. "I guess you're right. Gosh..." He sighs, face palming. "...I would've just made it worse for myself..."

I nodded agreeing. "Exactly."

The blue suited male groaned, closing his folder. "Forget it. Let's go now."

"Why?" I questioned, closing my magazine.

"I just remembered that it's rush hour. If we leave too late, then we'll never reach her."

"Ah, alright." I went to get my purse from my room, arriving back.

"Ready?"

"Mhm."

Taking our leave, we headed to the train station.

Arriving at the station, we sat down on the benches. Phoenix was infatuated with his phone, browsing through apps and other matters. I simply observed everyone who was walking by.

Rush hour was dying down, and soon the train came. Nick and I faced the train door that stopped smoothly in front of us. When the doors open, we stood up.

A girl with black hair stared straight at the cautious male. "Nick...?"

"Prepare yourself..." Nick muttered through his tight lips.

"Huh?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. Looking back at the door, I saw a girl in a rather traditional dress, step out the train.

"Nick?" Maya gasped.

I snickered, covering my mouth. "I think it's you, who should be preparing yourself."

"Bite me." He hissed.