Saturday afternoon, of the following week, had Theresa on the subway on her way to Stephan's flat downline 1, still in the tranquillity of 103rd street.
Their early session is an anomaly but was met with collective cheers when she told her friends that, for a change, she was free on a Saturday night.
The other anomaly is she's fifteen minutes early.
Busy scheduling a night-booze session with her pals, Theresa barely notices who opens the door.
"Arabella's my personal favourite, but I haven't seen a cool phone cover for it."
"Huh?" That comment was enough to pull her out of her personal phone to face a brown-haired boy entranced with her phone case. "Oh, yeah I'm a big fan."
"I thought you had a different phone cover, the apple charging black case?"
She sure has, on her work phone. No harm in saying she's got two phones right?
"Um, it's a –"
"Shoot, I've been standing here and you're probably only looking for Stephan. Sorry, he's not home yet."
She deduced that it's her fault at any cost for being too early. Stephan isn't the best with time either.
Jake's textbooks are littered all over the couch and coffee table, but he makes no move to break the tense atmosphere by resuming his studies.
"I never got round to asking you what you do."
"Oh," surprise lights up his face, he wasn't expecting her to be looking to talking to him anymore. "I'm a law student."
"Now your café stalking makes more sense." She so should not be making ironic jokes with a client's roommate. It's like she wants them to be more than acquaintances.
"Stalking? It's called smart positioned work."
He's not the only one capable of giving blinding smiles. "You realise we're among the few people who have chosen careers that require much more study than most people choose to take."
"Yeah, but I come from a family of scholars and lawyers. You see how all Stephan had to do was attend undergraduate study that he already had a job lined up with his uncle at Morgan Stanley." Jake has a hard time convincing himself this speech was not meant to be diminishing of his friend's accomplishments.
"He works at Morgan Stanley?"
"You didn't know? His uncle's the CEO."
Well, that answers a lot of questions on how a twenty-something boy was able to afford her. And the location of their apartment. Theresa should really sort out her priorities considering her only motivation for association with them is the cheques Stephan grants her. She could access a lot more if a relationship was pursued.
Alas, not her scene.
"I never got round to asking Stephan, or you for that matter, how you two met."
Just like she's yet to reach a conclusion on whether she wants him to know or not.
Ignore what Theresa previously concluded, Stephan has perfect timing.
"Jake, she's due to arrive anytime now so I'll just leave the – oh. Hello, sorry I'm the one late then."
Their escape is as quick as Theresa wanted it to be.
As the door to his friend's room closes, Jake can't help but note how he's never witnessed them having an actual conversation, or she stay for breakfast. Granted, he has to realise he's not always around to observe their tendencies and doesn't know how Stephan acts in the nights he sleeps over at her place.
Stephan must know what such a nice girl keeps coming back.
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