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Sydney Ella Johnson // Cinderella (herstiletto) wrote in musingslogs,
@ 2010-11-13 04:06:00

Entry tags:

angel, cinderella, methos

Who: Sydney & Matt
What: Ex-spouses meet for the first time in centuries. WITH NO INHIBITIONS HOBOY
Where: Coffeeshop
When: 10 am, backdated to Friday morning
Warnings: Possibly cussing?

Sydney had awoken this morning with little help from her alarm clock, which was unusual. She also woke up with a strange knot in her stomach--she couldn't tell if it was from nervousness, or hunger, or excitement, or guilt. Maybe a combination of all three. Rolling out of bed, she'd spent over an hour trying to decide what to wear before hurriedly slapping some cream cheese on a bagel and eating it. She made some fresh-squeezed orange juice, drinking some and leaving the rest in a pitcher with a note for Will. Her hands brushed against the stair railing as she left, heels clicking as she rushed to her car.

She was ten minutes early when she got to the coffee shop, which was good, because approaching him once he'd already sat down would remind her too much of her reunion with Roger. She ordered a coffee from the server at the front (and blushed profusely when she found herself randomly commenting on his attractiveness) and found a comfortable seat, away from most of the humans who were reading the news or going about getting their morning coffee. At least then they'd be able to talk without interruption. Plus, being overheard by a human when discussing their centuries of history might be a bit...awkward. Or strange.

She sat for a minute before remembering that they lived in the same apartment complex. "Fuck!" she cussed softly under her breath. "I should've offered him a ride." Though, once she thought about it, that might have felt silly...meeting him in the apartment complex just to drive all the way to a coffeeshop to talk. But because for some strange reason she was feeling impulsive today, she pulled out her cell phone and texted him.

I'm at the coffeeshop. Sorry. Forgot we were in
the same complex. Should've offered you a ride.

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walkingmyth
2010-11-14 05:22 am UTC (link)

After having rolled out of bed later than he had originally intended (he'd meant to get up with plenty of time to spare, he had, but evidently where Sydney's internal alarm clock had succeeded, his own had failed, and somehow this should not have been much of a surprise to anyone), Matthew found himself rushing through the morning ritual with less care than he might have ordinarily taken before dashing out the door and down the stairwell in an effort not to be (too) late. Fingertips trailing down the railing as he went so as to prevent a fall, he finally got to the ground floor, and if he noticed anything strange during the journey he was far too distracted by thoughts of the impending meeting to take any note of it. A taxi was flagged down, and it was when he was settling into it, smoothing the sweater he'd hurredly pulled on and running fingers through still-damp hair in an attempt to make it halfway presentable, that his phone buzzed.

He read through the message quickly, then replied.

No problem, running behind anyway.
Be there in five.

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herstiletto
2010-11-14 11:17 am UTC (link)

She'd calmed her nerves down somewhat, though the caffeine in her drink (black coffee was her vice of choice, this morning) kept her nerves just a little bit frazzled. Her phone buzzed on the table, and she snatched it up, pressing the little pearl of her Blackberry to view the text. Running behind. So he'd be a few minutes. That was fine, she could wait. She let her shoulders roll back slightly, peering out the window as she idly watched passerbys. After a moment, she texted back:

I'm here, no need to rush.

With that, she placed her cell phone back onto the table she sat at. Now that she'd given herself time to think, sit, and relax, she was (unknowingly) feeling the loose, casual, happiness that came with having no inhibitions. Eyes roaming the cafe, she people-watched with no attempt to hide what she was doing.

	walkingmyth 2010-11-25 02:24 pm UTC (link)
	"What?" The word was spoken with the sort of incredulity that might have spoken of guilt if he hadn't been so clearly shocked by it. He had thought he'd made it abundantly clear during their marriage that he had no interest in that sort of life anymore, but evidently it had held little impact. He frowned. "With Angeli- Angela? No, of course not. Why?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)