Morningstar Manor

Isabella had left work early. She'd told Daphne to postpone her afternoon appointments tomorrow due to her lunch date with Mr. Vision, and had gotten the look.
The look that says, "I've known you your whole life and you're getting ready to get a lecture because I don't like what you're doing, young lady." She wasn't in the mood.
So, she'd come home early claiming a headache after her last afternoon appointment had canceled, and settled in on a bench with a cup of coffee, still wearing the white shirt, black skirt, and red heels that she'd worn to work.

Jack was working the Lamb tonight and was beginning to wish he wasn't. Of course if he hadn't opened his mouth it might have been a more pleasant evening. How he had managed to not know that Kara had been seeing Niles he didn't know. But surely she knew the guy was making his way through all the women in the Manor. Right?

Well even if she did - apparently she hadn't heard about Emma. At least not by the look on her face when Jack was laughingly telling Molly about it and Kara had walked by.

"Shit," Jack murmured as Kara put down a tray of glasses and went back to her office, the door shutting firmly. He looked at Molly who was looking at him with wide eyes. "Well how was I supposed to know?"

"God... Jack," Molly said and shook her head and went to go check on her boss.

Robert had dressed well if still comfortably enough for him. He stopped behind the door 10 188, paused, cleared his throat, checked his watch to see that he was on time, and finally knocked. He had a flower bouquet with him, and he was already feeling generally awkward about the whole shebang.

Robbie had gone up to the roof to try out the pool. He wasn't lounging or lazying around, however, but doing serious laps for work-out. He was stroking through the pool in a fast pace stretching his tall bulky body in black boxer-brief swimwear to get everything out of the excercise.

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Laura had found a lovely and peaceful corner in the garden outside Mocha and on a beautiful evening it was the perfect spot for yoga. Dressed in white loose pants and a blue tight top she changed to an upward bow position with her hands and feet in on the ground but her whole body lifted up to a bow with her back towards the ground. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing and holding that perfectly still bow.

Robert had realized that he had no real friends left after the marriage. His and Joanna's - the ex's - long-time friend couple, however, had been luring Robert out with them for a long time now after the divorce. Suppose they took pity on him or thought it would be polite and appropriate to 'cheer him up' and spend some time with him even though he and Joanna were over.

Dan and Tina finally succeeded to get Robert out of his flat but only because he had been making so many rain checks on them already that he couldn't pull another one off anymore. Robert had gone through the trouble of ironing a dark blue collar shirt that he wore with jeans and black neat shoes. They had ended up spending the evening in the Rainbow with Dan and Tina sitting close together with Dan's arm around his wife and Robert on the other side of the table. They had been through the usual "how are you holding up" and "lets find you a lady tonight" and "it's never too late". Robert had answered mostly with grunts.

Then the discussion had steered off to another direction and was mostly between Dan and Tina. They talked about their daughter, their holiday together, how they were going to renovate the staircase in their house, and oh-my-god did you hear that Steve got a new girlfriend. Robbie mostly nodded and listened and added a few appropriate lines like "oh really?" or "mmh-hmm, yeah." Listening to them talk about their wonderful life together with their daughter really did not help to make him feel better.

Finally he saw his chance to get a breather when he emptied his glass and hurried to be the one to fill it again this time. "Right, what are you drinking?" He got the answer he was hoping for. "Oh, thanks, but I'm fine for the moment."

That gave him a good excuse to go to the bar alone and take his time with getting a new drink.

( Robert )

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( Emily & Lucas )

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( Thomas )

Even though he felt like having a pint, Robert decided to pop into the coffee shop down stairs. One day of moving behind - thankfully he had not needed to carry everything on his own but some of the Manor's staff had helped - and one more to follow on Tuesday with the less necessary things to be carried in. Somehow the apartment felt a little too big and the building a little too exquisite but it sure felt a lot better than the little hole he had spent the last year or so in.

Dressed in blue jeans and a black casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows the tall man joined the queue by the counter, looking up at the menus and price lists wondering what was good.

A tall dark broad-shouldered man came from the elevator to the lobby. With black slightly over-grown hair, low set eyebrows and a stubbled jaw the man in a leather jacket and jeans looked quite a bit like someone you would not want to bump into in a dark alley.

He walked through the lobby and waved a hand that held his new apartment keys to the security guard on the desk. "Cheers mate," he said nodding but without a real smile. He had just been visiting the apartment he would move into during the next two days. Everything looked fine to him, but since it was a Sunday afternoon and he, for once, had nothing else to do, he decided to pop in to see if the pub right around the corner would be as good as he hoped. As an Irishman living away from home he did not mind being surrounded by that culture every now and then.

Soon enough he pushed open the door of the pub and stepped in. He paused to take a look around, and finally when there was just a flicker of a smile on one corner of his lips, he made his way to the counter.

It's breeding season, isn't it! There I was, minding my own business, making sandwiches at work and day dreaming of Richard Armitage. Then Foo Fighter's Best of You came from the radio and suddenly Robbie was born in my head.

I bring you an Irishman in the City, entrepreneur that made the American dream... well, almost. He's the CEO of the local successful and quite well-known shoe factory and brand Gréasaí. He has recently divorced and is still extremely hurt by his cheating and selfish ex-wife. So that means that he's wealthy, single, quite handsome, but also hurt thus very reserved and angsty. Doesn't mean he wouldn't be a nice guy, though!

Ladies? This way to get to know more. Robbie will be moving in within the next few days I think! If you have ideas or plots or just want to tag, nudge me!