Who: Nancy Drew & Open What: Distracting herself from heartbreak in Starbucks. Where: Starbucks When: Sunday morning [Backdated to the day before the plot!] Warnings: Low brief mention of possible sacrifice and mention of death. Status: Open, In progress.
Nancy knew it was her own doing why it felt like a piece of her was missing and like someone had shattered her heart into a million pieces. Someone had, and that person was her. As much as she didn’t want to end things, it had to happen, hoping maybe the curse would ease up a bit. Nancy was starting to gain a better understanding of her relative, and Temperance wanted her to suffer in a painful way. Maybe the woman figured if Nancy ever ignored what was said, and then broke up with him, it would hurt to have to look at him more, knowing what may never be. Honestly, Nancy wouldn’t be surprised with what she had seen from her. Still, she was not holding on to that, especially since she knew even more now what it was like to be with Ace, and she wanted that back. Or at least, she hoped to get that back, knowing there was the chance Ace may not want anything to do with her after breaking up with him. All she knew was that if she and the few friends she trusted did not find an answer, he would be dead, and that was not something she was going to risk. He was amazing and she couldn’t imagine him not around. This had her willing to do whatever to save him, even if that meant putting her own life on the line. Not that she was going to say that aloud, knowing many would stop her, but Nancy knew she wouldn’t even think twice if it came to her life vs. his.
Since ending things, it felt like she had lost not only her best friend but the one person who knew how to talk her off the ledge or from doing something stupid. Proof by the bruise on her arm from a spell that went a little haywire and sent her flying back, landing on her arm. Thankfully, it was only some bruises easy enough to explain. Needing to get out of her head since sometimes that was when she did her best work, Nancy went to get herself a coffee from Starbucks. Maybe she’d make a few stops to avoid going back to her apartment where her thoughts would often drift over to Ace and what she hoped was their future at some point. Their daughter was a prime example of what she wanted, especially now after seeing her since kids had never been a thought in Nancy’s mind before. Ordering her drink, she went to sit down, glancing at her phone quickly at the sound of a text. A sigh at seeing it wasn’t from Ace. Nancy had ended things, so the ball was in his court to decide when to reach out, giving him all the space.
Once she sat down, she shot off a couple of texts, hoping to make some plans for later. Then moved to pull out her notebook that was on notes from a case that she may have poached from the police station without them knowing. Her actual work cases were done, so she needed a little something challenging. Her brain needed to stay busy bouncing between cases, a curse, and friends to avoid slipping into sadness and focusing on the breakup. Using her sadness as motivation to focus on what needed to be done, so that Ace’s life wasn’t hanging in the balance. While reading over her notes along with her to-do list for the case, Nancy started to reach for her phone on instinct to ask Ace if he was free to help. Quickly stopping herself before she could hit send on the messages that she had been starting to write to Ace. She set her phone back to sleep and set it down just as someone sat across from her. “Hello?” She asked, confused about who this stranger was and what he wanted. “Hey beautiful, I figured you could use a little company,” he replied causing her to snort in laughter before she could stop herself.
Shaking her head, she returned to her notebook, “Yeah, no. I’m definitely not accepting that right now or ever. I have my interests elsewhere and that person is not you. Thanks for the uh…whatever you want to call it, but I’m busy here,” she said with a slight wave of her hand at her notebook, hoping he’d get the hint as she turned her attention back on it. She watched as he got up in disbelief at the rejection and saw him walk over to a group that she assumed were his friends. Nancy was pretty sure they wanted her to hear what she thought was them insulting her, rolling her eyes. People had called her worse things and the thing was she didn’t really care about hurting the fragile ego if all it took was a rejection to get them bent out of shape. Taking a sip of her drink, she returned to her notebook, noticing the shadow of someone else now at her table. “Did you forget something?” She asked, looking up to realize it was not the same guy. “Uhh sorry, hello,” she apologized for her mistake.