capodalina (capodalina) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-02-15 11:55:00 |
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Adalina's father called her just as she'd been walking out her door, rolling suitcase in tow. She had a plane to catch and a cop to pick up. When she answered, it was with a smile; she expected the same Valentine's wishes he gave her every year. That wasn't the reason for his call. "Yes, but--" "But Daddy--" "It's just until tomorrow--" "I already briefed Lattinger--" "But Daddy--" That conversation was the reason Adalina was finishing her second glass of wine and a slice of pie before her lunch date even arrived. The restaurant was small but full, brightly lit by the Valentine's Day sun and packed with Valentine's Day couples. Adalina, who normally eavesdropped and made everyone else's business her own, only had eyes for the pie crust and crime scene-esque smears of cherry on her plate. Her fork scraped the ceramic as her regret over not ordering it a la mode sank in. The shitty mood she was hadn't stopped her from looking the part for the holiday, though she'd angrily grabbed the red dress off the hanger knowing that she'd later have to babysit those idiotic bozos down at the 54th warehouse that were the entire fucking reason she wasn't eating strawberries in first class while Finn undoubtedly talked her ear off. A small, expensive-looking box that almost certainly contained a watch sat at the edge of the table in clear view. Though she faced the door, she didn't watch it. Or check her phone. She just kept on stress-eating her pie. |