[ota] what goes around, comes around

[mightbedrunk]

Leona Matthews was not a fan of being at work late on a Friday night, especially when her boss was preoccupied with his love affair. And love affair was pretty much the only way to put it when it came to Hadyn Novak's thing with Elisha. They weren't 'together', but come on- she could see the look that crossed Elisha's face when Hadyn's number popped up on caller ID. It was like a damn love struck puppy.

All of which was a moot point at the moment, except that she was organizing Elisha's filesfor his Monday board meetings because he'd decided to skip out to see his player. But all that aside? Now was the time for getting out and away. She rode the lift down and was all but sprinting through the lobby, heels click and clacking against the marble floor before she spotted a silent lurker.

"I'm pretty sure now is the time to leave- because it is dark, and Friday, and all that." She said, smiling at the other person. "Buy you a drink, love?"

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[diemwnt]

He likes being here, generally. It's better than floating around Cardiff like a ghost, to be sure. It's also better than sitting in Montreal while Helena slowly but surely proved she didn't actually want him around--or getting dragged back to Montreal when she changed her mind.

So here is good. Here is a change for the better.

But here apparently is a place where people ask each other casually to go have a drink. And, a little bit, a place where he loses track of time being focused on listening for the sound above and below the clatter of high heels and pinging of elevators.

Surely a slight lift of the hand is a universal enough sign for 'thanks but not this time.'