mari
she/her
24
march 2
ambrette, kalos
bi
assistant
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
Work and Play [S]
POSTED ON Oct 19, 2023 22:54:22 GMT
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In reality, she'd never gone out to dinner before. Not in this capacity. Not... one on one.
[break][break] Even when it came to mint frost, her literal fiancee, everything had been orchestrated by their respective families. Almost every event in Mari's life had felt that way. Nothing had ever felt so intimate, not like this, except that one time she went out to dinner with luka chêne...
[break][break] Wait. She was getting off-track.
[break][break] This wasn't a date. This was a work meeting with her boss. Right. Right.
[break][break] Mari waited at her desk, hands hovering anxiously over her keyboard as she double-checked and triple-checked the last of Julien Demassieux's clients for the next week. Her eyes flickered every so often at his door, wondering if he was going to come out. Had it been all in her head? No, no. He'd definitely asked her to dinner. Demanded. Something something.
[break][break] "N-no worries, sir!" she squeaked, chair spinning behind her, as he abruptly exited. Her cheeks were flushed. "It was no wait at all."
[break][break] Her heartbeat rocked in her chest, and continued to do so the entire ride to the restaurant. Her hands brushed over the center console when they stopped at a light, glancing upon Julien Demassieux's angled features. His sharp jawline, his serious expression. Heat spread over her cheeks once more, and she looked away, staring stubbornly at the red sedan that had pulled up beside them.
[break][break] It felt like a dream, all the way until she silently followed him into the restaurant. Ironically, it was this part of the evening that felt the most familiar to her. Nana had brought her to similar establishments a number of times.
[break][break] She flushed when Julien pulled out a chair for her, seating herself properly and folding the napkin over her thighs. She pleated it anxiously, again and again, as she watched the waiter pour wine into their identical glasses.
[break][break] Mari reached for it, hoping that a sip of it would take a bite off the edge.
[break][break] It didn't.
[break][break] When the waiter left, Mari's eyes flicked up to the ambassador's.
[break][break] "D-do you come here often? What's on the prix fixe menu?"
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