in which, they take on a fun game of fooling the media, including everyone and everything in between. but what happens if their game turns to foul play?
or in which,
the girl who's given up on life because she has been down too many times, reconnect...
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Despite her excitement, Emery began to feel a tinge of regret for not accepting Lando's offer to accompany her. As the minutes ticked by, she couldn't help but experience a sense of awkwardness being all dressed up and waiting alone at the bar in the upscale restaurant. She was acutely aware of the gazes from other patrons, assuming she had been stood up. It was kind of—you know, awkward to be all dressed up, alone waiting at the bar in a chique restaurant with everyone thinking you got stood up.
Just as her misery was starting to settle in, Emery's spirits were suddenly lifted when she felt a warm touch on her shoulder.
"You're late," Emery said, swiveling around in her chair to face the brunet-haired boy who had just entered the room. Her eyes studied him as he stood there, wearing neat black pants that hugged his frame perfectly, paired with a crisp white button-up shirt. The sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing a hint of his forearms.
A mischievous thought crossed Emery's mind, prompted by his arrival. "Well, if Quinn thought of me as a smash, she should've seen him," she mused to herself, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She couldn't help but appreciate the sight before her.
As their gazes met, a moment of shared joy passed between them, resulting in a big, wide smile that illuminated their faces. The tension of his tardiness momentarily forgotten, Emery couldn't help but find herself drawn to his energy.
But now, he stood there, slightly out of breath, his hands resting on his knees as he tried to regain his composure. His breaths came in short, quick bursts, evidence of his rushed journey to reach her side.
"I-I ran all the way here f-from... fuck, let me catch my breath, Jesus," he managed to say, his voice strained from the exertion. He looked up at Emery, a mix of exhaustion and amusement in his eyes.
She couldn't help but chuckle at his breathless state. "You ran all the way here from your car?" she quipped, her laughter filling the room. "The car that's probably just about 300 meters away from here?"
Emery's teasing tone only served to further amuse him. "I thought you were supposed to be a high-performance athlete," she playfully remarked, her eyes glimmering with playful banter.
