the progress project [3]

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fiona

"starbuck's?" christian groans. "by the time we get out of here, i'll be 50."

"how old are you?" she asks with interest. he had begun to thaw with her after they had slept together, finally showing some of his actual personality. the line to order a drink was long.

he raises an eyebrow. "28."

single and four years older than her. hm. she nods, her gaze fixated on everett. she hasn't had a full conversation with him in forever. a pressure on the small of her back causes her to yelp, until she realizes that christian was guiding her forward in line.

no, she tells herself. stop thinking about him like that. elijah...

elijah is still dead.