A/N: *insert old vine here* Surprise, motherf**ker. (Please don't be offended)
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Royce flipped the end of his tie through the middle knot and pulled it tight to his throat before loosening it back up a smidge so he could breathe. After watching a few short plays with the sheriff and the other officers in his unit at the park earlier that afternoon he had returned home. Eric explained to him that everyone left the festival an hour before the event to clean themselves up after the hot day outside and get dressed for the dance that evening. So after needing no more explanation, and being entirely too eager to leave anyway, he waved his goodbyes and told them all he'd see them again soon.
Bailey had found him as he walked toward his car parked at the edge of town but surprisingly, she didn't ask to accompany him home. Part of him was relieved so he wouldn't have to deny her, but that part of him became even more guilt ridden when she sashayed away saying, "I have to get home to refresh myself and dress up so you'll just have to be patient for the main event." He shivered for the second time as he stood in front of his mirror and adjusted his collar. He could only guess what she meant but he felt like he had a pretty good idea. And after his morning spent with and his bubbling thoughts about Laina, he couldn't picture himself in bed with Bailey again.
Royce glanced at his watch. He had twenty minutes.
He adjusted his black tie over top of his coal grey shirt, slipped on his navy blue suit jacket that matched his pants, and buttoned one button at the front. He then combed his freshly showered hair to the side and ran only a button sized amount of styling paste through it to keep it back from his face. Giving himself one more look over, he nodded in the mirror, grabbed his wallet and keys from his nightstand, and just as he was about to walk out the front door, his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and groaned before hitting the green button.
"Hello?" He said.
"Mijo? Where have you been? I've been calling all day." His mother replied, her voice hoarse and tight with irritation. He flinched, sitting back down on his couch. He knew this call wouldn't be quick after blowing her off all day.
"I know, I'm sorry, Mama. I was...busy today."
"Doing what, exactly?" She huffed.
He didn't really want to tell her. He knew she would ask a million questions and try to pry further into his life but he didn't have much of a choice right now.
He sighed, giving in. "I was at a rose festival. It's an annual tradition in Rosemont, apparently. I met up with some friends there."
"Oh," she held the syllable out, her voice rising at the end like a teenager. He rolled his eyes, grateful she couldn't see the motion because she would have smacked him. "How was it? Did you have fun? Get to relax some?"
He nodded to himself before remembering she couldn't see him.
"Yes, I had a good time. It continues into tomorrow too so you probably won't hear from me then, either."
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