Meeting up a few years later. And not the reunion she pictured.
Who: Gen and Lucas
What: Meeting up again, and Genevieve freaks.
When: Sunday afternoon at the salon
Why: Lucas comes to get input on a gift for Antoinette
Rating: PG, some emo
Open: to spencer_nomore only

Genevieve was sitting in the back office, going over the notes she kept on her clients. She made small notes, points of interest in their lives, how they last got their hair cut including a small sketch, and how much they'd tipped her. Genevieve was over-organized as a stylist, and felt the urge to keep some kind of records to supplement her memory bank.

She shuffled the papers into a neat stack and shoved them back into her laptop bag, making sure the stack stayed neat. Gen sat back in the chair, resting her palms on her eyes and giving her aching back a good, long stretch.

The intercom sounded, and the new front desk girl's voice came through the room. "Gen, there is a guy out here," she paused, and Genevieve could hear a man's voice muffled in the background. "Lucas, he's here for," the man's voice came again, "Antoinette? He wants to get a gift package for her, but wants to know what she'd want." Genevieve leaned forward and smiled, pressing the button on the intercom. "Okay. I'll be out in the second." Genevieve shook her head, once again jealous of the man that Antoinette had under her thumb.

On her way out of the office, she picked up her appointment book, flipping through the pages and looking over her schedule for the next few days. It looked like mostly regulars, with a few new people thrown in for good measure. She'd be busy.

She approached the front desk, and glanced briefly at the male figure waiting for her. She smirked to herself, then started to speak. "So, you're the man Antoinette talks about. You must be Luca--" She raised her eyes to him, and her voice died in her throat. Her heart raced, and the appointment book fell from her hands, a few pages detaching as it hit the ground. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her eyes welled.

It was years ago suddenly, and she was standing on a football field, staring at the face that made her heart stop whenever she looked at it. Her Lucas was standing in front of her. All she wanted to do was race to him, throw her arms around his neck, lay kisses all over his face.

He was older now, and she couldn't take looking at him, knowing something had changed. Her eyes broke away from his face, and she darted out around the desk, pushing the front door open and running into the open air of the parking lot. She stooped, her hands going to her knees. She couldn't breathe.