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Sofía Gómez Davis ([info]sofiagomez) wrote in [info]20somethings,
@ 2022-02-02 20:15:00
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RP: Morning coffee
Who: Sofía, Liam
What: Getting too comfortable at Chez Pucey
When: 2 February 2028
Warnings: None
Completion status: Complete

The last few weeks had been a very pleasant blur for Sofía, her time at St. Mungo's whizzing past. It was all down to Bash, of course, and things might have been very different if he was actually the curmudgeonly bastard he liked to paint himself as. Except he wasn't like that with her and somehow that translated to her spending almost every night in his bed.

Every day was a learning day in more ways than one, another piece of a maddening puzzle. The more she got to know him, the more she was sure that this sort of thing wasn't normal for Bash. (It definitely wasn't normal for her!) If she had to guess, she'd probably say that he was never with the same woman more than once or twice, though that made him sound promiscuous but she didn't think that was true. What Sofía didn't know what the sum of all this meant. Was Bash going to lose interest the second she wasn't in his lab any more?

The sensible thing would be to mentally prepare herself for this to have an end date. Yet here she was, barefoot but dressed for work, in his kitchen making coffee.

Hearing footsteps, she sighed with a little annoyance. "I don't need supervision brewing coffee, you know," she remarked, pouring out Bash's black coffee. He'd seen her brew far more complicated things. A beat too late, she realised she'd gotten far too comfortable in this house and that wasn't Bash. Wide-eyed and shrinking a little into herself, Sofía managed to conjure up a tiny smile.

"Hi."


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