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he was minding his own business, sitting comfortably and enjoying the newspaper. one of his legs propped up onto his knee. his face was hidden by the giant paper, but he heard someone slump into a seat near him. his blue eyes peaked over the newspaper, seeing a curly haired stranger before him. he muttered out a few words, causing hudson to chuckle. “rough day? or rough life?” he interjected, hoping to lighten the stranger’s mood with a light-hearted joke. 

years of nearly constant work had lead to this exact moment. the entire thing was nerve-wracking, kenny’s hands shaking throughout the entire interview. trying to establish himself away from his father wasn’t something he planned on doing, ever, but here was doing just that. after that gruelling hour and a half, he’s finally free and before he does anything, he sits on a bench and just sags. “christ, i need to drink an entire bar.” 

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hudson wasn’t the clubbing type at all, but an old friend was visiting and dragged him out to the club that night. while his friend was too busy buying drinks and entertaining any sort of attention he could get, hudson found his way to the nearest exit. he exhaled a sigh of relief, enjoying the cold fresh air. he took out a pack of cigarettes, grabbing one placing it in between his mouth and lit it up. he overheard a faint voice that seemed distraught. he turned around, seeing a girl on the phone. the conversation didn’t seem pleasant, but he didn’t want to pry. he continued to smoke his cigarette, about to walk away until she caught him. he placed the cigarette in between his fingers to talk, “mine’s fine. did you want to use my phone?” he offered. he knew he shouldn’t have asked this, but he did anyways: “ — are you alright?” so much for not prying.

“–no, mama, i told you that i’ll be home later tonight. please just…stay inside, okay? i’ll bring you anything you want from the store just–” click. the line went dead per usual. her drunken mess of a mother had once again been unsatisfied with rosie’s response to the little tantrum she was throwing and instead of being the parent, ro had to assume the position. a frustrated sigh exited her lips, as she turned around on the empty street outside of the club and noticed that she wasn’t exactly alone. “–service is shit here,” she greeted, waving her phone before dropping her hand back down by her hip.

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hudson was on his every-day routine coffee run. it was his favorite part of the day. whenever he got his school work done early he’d always treat himself with a drink, because he was an addict —  just like every other new yorker. his earphones were deeply placed in his ears, wanting to shut out the boisterous noises of the every day new york escapades; the car honks, the phone calls, the bells on a biker’s bike, etc. he was aimlessly scrolling through his phone and made his way to the line, ready to order. hudson winced a bit in surprise as the stranger in front of him whipped around. he looked up, seeing a very pretty woman before him. he wasn’t quite sure why she had turned around, until the sound of muffled words escaped her lips. he raised his eyebrows and pulled out one side of his earbuds, “i’m sorry?” he said, apologizing for not hearing a word. “i didn’t catch that.” 

running errands had seemed to be the main purpose of her internship. day by day sutton ran around the grid streets of new york either picking up lunch or walking the ceo’s dog. of course she had high hopes for her position, but reality always proved to be a bitch. sutton held her phone to her ear with her shoulder while she walked into a coffee shop. ‘ yeah yeah, i’ll go pick that up after. ’, she said right before there was a click on the call. a groan left her glossed lips just as she got to the front of the line. ‘ fucking bitch. ’, she muttered under her breath.  sutton turned to the person in line behind her, deciding to give a little back to her boss for making her run around all day. ‘ whatcha getting ? it’s on my boss. ’

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seraphinamoretti:

“No, no, it’s okay - it’s not like I’m taking too much time out of my day. A little break every so often can do someone the world of good.” She may not have started yet to earn a break, but he didn’t need to know that. Not when the words were designed to try and make him feel slightly better about the entire situation. “I can’t say no to caffeine, but you shouldn’t feel as though you have to buy it. No harm, no foul - and all that. You really don’t need to feel bad - you apologised, what more can you do?”

he smiled brightly as she tried heavily to make him feel better about the fiasco. he bit his bottom lip slightly before nodding in agreement to her words. “yes, i suppose.” he raised his hand from his pocket to greet her. “i’m hudson, by the way.” his eyes remained fixed on the pretty girl in front of him, his mind jumping to see if she was a familiar face he’d maybe know. he’d lived in new york his entire life, so there was a good chance he might know her. “i don’t believe we’ve ever met though— i’ve lived here all my life & i’d recognize a face like yours if i had seen it before.” he chuckled, intrigued that she was a new face for him. 

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ofmargot:

“oh, i highly doubt that. i think you have years of solid proof that i won’t.” margot’s lying if she says she doesn’t find these exchanges a little exciting sometimes. it’s the cat-and-mouse chase of it all, the thrill of getting the upper hand. the part that she doesn’t find so fun is that she’ssometimes flustered by how close he gets – and the ire she has over the fact that this brooklyn lowlife might be attractive to her? even more infuriating. but maybe it’s a good thing that someone she spends so much time arguing with isn’t bad to look at. “years of practice,” she says, “and dedication.” truth be told, she used to hate heels. she’s always been taller than other girls, standing at almost 5′10, and she used to be self-conscious about it, wearing flats to make herself seem shorter and cuter. but now, she doesn’t care – her shoes are everything to her and she finds power in them. no wonder she’s so distraught over a coffee stain. “really?” laughter escapes her lips, surprised, “okay, yeah – so, what’ll it be – saks? bendels? bendel’s, i think.”

he silently snickered to himself as she responded to his comment about her heels. she was confident — or so she seemed like she was. he liked that about her. she was unapologeticly herself. sure he didn’t know her that well, but from what he’s seen and does know, she’s not afraid to speak her mind. hudson would normally bite back towards people who were trenchant, but she made it... almost cute. “i don’t know what any of those things are.” he cluelessly stated, “are they colors or something?” he laughed — his smile evident with it. hudson was joking, but at the same time he seriously didn’t know what they were. hudson kept his hands in the deep pockets of his jacket. “so how is it on the upper east side? what’s so glorious about it? tell me. i’ve always been curious as to why people are so drawn to the lifestyle.” he paused, “besides the obvious — money. what else is there to it?” he didn’t get it. he found it so shallow. 

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secretsbit:

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡  𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫  lip  but  even  that  can’t  conceal  the  smile  threatening  to  beam  across  her  face  .  amused  ,  she  was  at  his  rambling  .     ❛     actually  ,  not  at  all  .  i  can’t  stand  the  stuff   ,  i  was  hoping  you  had  a  favorite  near  by  so  you  can  at  least  enjoy  it  !     ❜   she  tells  him  honestly  ,  glancing  back  to  the  spilled  cup  between  them &  before  she  knows  it  ,  she’s  gathering  the  paper  cup  ,  ready  to  toss  in  the  closest  trash  can  she  can  find  .  it  wasn’t  until  he  dropped  her  name  that  a flush  spread  across  freckled  cheeks  ,  oh  she  felt  even  worse  now  ,  she  didn’t  remember  his  name  ,  face  vaguely  ,  but  name  ?  no !   she  wracked  her  brain  ,  once  or  twice  trying  to  think  of  it  but  it  was  nothing  but  blank  .  so  instead  ,  she  uses  her  free  arm  to  offer  him  her  hand  .     ❛     yeah  ,  i’m  ingrid  &  i’m  terrible  with  names  so  i’m  sorry  about  that  ,  wow  ,  i  really  need  to  buy  you more  than  a  coffee  for  that  !     ❜

“not at all? i think you’re the first person i’ve met who lives in new york and doesn’t like coffee.” he teased, but kept his voice low and soft. “oh—..” he felt embarrassed as she leaned down to pick up the cup, reacting after her to pick it up as well. he stopped once he saw she had grabbed a hold of it already. his cheeks turned a shade of pink, also rising in temperature. he looked towards the busy roads, scratching the back of his head as a nervous habit. he was taken back by her hand, but he obliged and reached forward as well. he grasped her hand gently. it was much smaller in size compared to his. ‘how soft’ he thought to himself. the moment she couldn’t think of his name, his eyes dropped and his head slightly lowered. his smile was faint, weakened. of course she didn’t know him. it’s not like they had ever formally met. why would he expect anything more? “i’m hudson  — hudson kent.” he finally raised his head, his grin much more friendly and welcoming. “no need to be sorry, we haven’t formally met.” he let go of her hand and placed it back into his pocket. “no, no, a coffee’s more than fine. uh — shall we?” he began to walk, hoping she’d follow or walk along side him.

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grecogiulia:

“Really?” Giulia asked, raising a brow. “Well at least we have that in common. You’re welcome to come over and drink wine with me anytime. I definitely have plenty to spare. I’ll even throw in a goody-bag.” She told him, unsure if she should laugh at his joke. Hudson’s lifestyle was completely different from hers. Most girls from the UES would be quick to judge someone from Brooklyn if they even acknowledged them at all, but Giulia had never been that shallow. In her mind they weren’t all that different deep down even if their backgrounds were. “Oh that’s too bad, but don’t worry, the day’s still young. I’m sure we can find a way to make today more eventful for you, even if it’s just over coffee.” She chimed, blushing slightly when he rushed to open cafe door for her. “Thank you.” She replied with a shy smile as they entered the cafe and stepped in line. “What do you usually get?”

“yeah. i drink it... more often that i should.” he laughed, “it helps take my mind off things, that’s for sure.” his face gradually lit up when she made a joke about a good-bag. “well you sure do sound like a really good host.” he raised a brow. he knew giulia was from wealth, but she was different — really different. he hated people who acted as if they were superior to others, over money. he enjoyed her company simply because she was respectful, charming, kind, and beautiful. “do you think so? cause honestly, i’d do anything at this point to get out of studying. i feel as though my brain is fried — long overdue. it needs a rest.” when they entered the cafe, he raised his head up to view the menu. he glanced over it, although already knew what he was going to order. he came to this cafe quite often, as it was near the library. “it depends. if i’m in a hurry, just a black coffee. if i’ve got time, a caramel macchiato always does it for me.” he then turned his head to gaze upon her, “what about you? if you drink coffee, that is.”

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ofmargot:

i’m brooklyn bound and that doesn’t change just because my mom’s married to some affluent jackass. god, what did that make her? was she any different than that, really? “it’s all about your attitude,” she says, “if you want to be successful, you have to act like success. and success means working with what you’ve got – which is why i’m wearing zanotti heels and you’re clumsily spilling cheap coffee on them.” and she hopes it’s enough – she wants there to be a difference between her and hudson so badly, she never wants to admit that she might be like him. or worse – a fraud. “i don’t think that even you can delude yourself into think that one,” she adds – she does not care about him. “i’ll never say no to shopping, especially when a man wants to buy me things,” she replies with a satisfied smirk. “cute, but i’m not touching you, so you can put your arm down.” no way is she going to link arms with hudson kent like they’re besties. if he actually goes through with it, at least she can waste a few hours messing with him.

hudson could only find it in himself to laugh at her statements, shaking his head slightly. “look — no one’s stopping you for doing you. go ahead, live in luxury. if that’s what you choose & that’s what you want, then good for you.” he shrugged. sure, he hated people who dripped with arrogance and opulence, but he wasn’t one to debate over which life style’s better. he simply just didn’t see any gratification in being wealthy, unless he was born into it without choice or unless he earned it himself. “i don’t have to delude myself, margot. you’ll come around.” he teased. he knew she didn't care one ounce for him. their feud of hatred stemming really from out of nothing, but he was keen on it. he couldn’t speak for margot, but their banter’s are almost endearing to him. okay — maybe sometimes the mere sound of her voice gave him a headache, and seeing her made him want to run the other way, but she was sight for sore eyes. it made it much more amusing. he raised his hands up in defeat, “alright, have it your way.” he shrugged and laughed as she rejected his arm. “i don’t know how you can walk around in those damn shoes anyways. these roads and sidewalks are horrible.” he thought he’d give being a gentleman to margot a shot — he knew he should have left it alone. “lead the way.” he motioned his hands for her to lead.

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secretsbit:

𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦  &  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  one  of  those  smiles  that  lights  up  her  entire  face  ,  soft &  bright  in  the  morning  sun  .  fingers  run  through  the  long  ,  almost  tangled  mane  before  they  bury  themselves  into  the  pockets  of  her  jeans  .  she  wasn’t  dressed  for  the  streets  of  manhattan  ,  not  a  label in  sight  on  her  clothes  ,  just  a pair  of  demin  jeans &  a  columbia  university  hoodie  that  she  requested  from  her  brother  !  she  looked  normal &  nothing  like  the  upper  east  side  majority  .  today  she  was  no  one  ,  just  ingrid  ( on  a  mission  .   )    ❛     oh  good  ,  do  you  know  any good  cafes  around  here  ?     ❜     she  wasn’t  trying  to  be careless  ,  in  fact  she  was  hoping  he’d  chose  so  his  coffee  would  be  at  least  decent  ,  that  &  she  didn’t  frequent  the  area  too  often  ,  unless  it  was  for  the  reason  she  was  today  .     ❛     you  used  to  go  to  st.  judes  ,  right  ?     ❜   she  questions  ,  while  she  didn’t  know  him  ,  she’d  seen  him  once  or  twice  maybe  ,  but  he  definitely  graduated  not  long  after  she  started  !

hudson was caught off guard. he hadn’t expected to run into anyone he knew. the surprise put him in a mild trance, along with her sapphire eyes that gleamed every time the sunlight hit them just right. he noticed her casual attire, not use to seeing her in such clothing. he tilted his head, glancing over her cute jeans and slightly over-sized hoodie. her voice snapped him out of his daze, causing him to blink a few times. “cafes?  oh — yeah, yeah. definitely. uh, you should try blue bottle cafe; you know the one on dean street in brooklyn?” he asked. “do you drink coffee frequently?” at this point he was beginning to run out of words to keep the conversation going, but her next question caught him off guard. she recognized him? “yeah! i’m actually surprised you remember.” his voice was laced with surprise, but he tried to hide it. “i know you, but, uh — you don’t know me.” he chuckled, looking down at the ground for a split second to catch his breath. “you’re ingrid, right?” he tried to make himself sound like he was throwing out an educated guess, when in reality, he knew exactly who she was. 

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seraphinamoretti:

Seraphina had always loved academia, it may have been nerdy, but it certainly made school go easier for her than most. College however seemed to be testing that love, with more study sessions causing her to go out in the weather she’d much rather avoid. Feeling herself bump into another, opposed to actually witnessing it, the apology was out of her mouth before she truly thought about it - quickly shaking her head as he had the same idea. “No, no, it’s my fault - I was too focused on the work I have to do. But no… I don’t think anything got on me. Are you okay? Aside from now being sadly caffeine deprived?”

hudson immediately felt guilty the moment she stated she had work to do. from the looks of it, she looked liked a student as well. “work to do? i’m probably slowing you down from whatever it is you need to get to.” he laughed nervously. hudson hated feeling like a bothersome, or burden. although he too had plans on being productive, he knows what it feels like to have something slightly get in the way. now he had this stranger before him, feeling guilty for something he believed he caused. “i’m fine. i’ll just go fetch myself another cup of coffee. it’s really nothing.” he shrugged it off, hoping she realized he really did not care for that coffee. “can i offer in buying you one? i feel... awful, for almost running you over today and spilling my coffee over you.” he chuckled, his eyes diverting hers out of embarrassment. 

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ofmargot:

“surprising. that’s pretty hard to forget,” she shrugs. she knows he’s being sarcastic, but she’ll take a compliment where she can get one, even if it’s from an enemy. she loves compliments. “oh, come off it, kent,” she rolls her eyes at his insult, “you act like you’re so good but who’s stooping to petty insults now? you’re no better than anyone on the upper east side, no matter how hard you try to hold on to your boring brooklyn roots.” this back and forth had become ages old, the tension between them only escalated with each interaction. maybe she fought so hard because she saw so much potential in hudson, and in her eyes, he was throwing all of that away. she’d probably fancy him if it weren’t for his incorrigible sense of pride. and his natural aptitude for picking out her weak spots. “no, no,” she resists the urge to laugh, “that’s kind, but we both know you can’t afford that. what would you do if i accepted your generous offer?”

hudson sighed, having to take a brief moment to breathe. it helped soothed him whenever he felt any form of discomfort. after margot pointed out his hypocritical attacks, he nodded in agreement. he was prideful, and very arrogant, but she made a good point and he wasn’t one to shoot anyone down if they were speaking truth. “you know what? you’re right. maybe i am just as horrible as all of you on the upper east side, but i just want nothin’ to do with it. i’m brooklyn bound, and that doesn’t change just because my mom’s married to some affluent jackass.” he stated. “it’s called work, margot.” he laughed casually, “i’ve saved up over the years, so i can manage. why? do you actually worry for my well-being?” he cheekily asked. “i’d take you shopping.” he shrugged, “it doesn’t even have to be the same pair.” hudson held out an arm for her to link onto, not sure whether or not she’d take it. “shall we? think fast, or i might change my mind.” he sarcastically joked. 

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mvrlcy:

marley isn’t in any sort of hurry. in fact, he’s kind of just walking to kill time. his lunch hour seemed so long and he didn’t want the judgmental glares as he practices straight through it. he’d been called teacher’s pet enough back home with his australian dancer friends and has managed to avoid that label since being signed on with nycb. if he expects a leisurely stroll past the buildings and little shops of the city, he’s not getting it today as he’s collided with rather aggressively, bony shoulder jarred by the run-in. that isn’t the worst of it, though. no, marley has to watch as the other’s drink fully drops out of his hand and crashes to the floor, spilling everywhere. he almost can’t even bear to look, covering his eyes in sympathy. even though it’s definitely not his fault – and not his spilled coffee problem – marley’s quick to jump in with a chirp of, “no i’m sorry!” he chances a glance downwards, expecting the worst but thankfully sees only a few drops and not even on his sweats. “i’m so fine,” his shoulder throbs in protest but he’s being polite and ignores it. “i’m afraid we’ve got one sock down for the count.” he flexes a foot towards the other with a smile; he doesn’t even notice that he’s shifted into a dancer’s turn out to do so. “if that’s any sort of fancy coffee, i think your loss may be monetarily greater.”

hudson shook his head, “oh gosh, you have nothing to be sorry for.” he reached down towards the cup of coffee, now soaked, and threw it into a nearby trash bin. he looked up to greet the stranger he had collided with. he held out his clean hand, offering it. “i’m hudson. and i’m also again, very sorry.” hudson couldn’t help but flash back a friendly grin, chuckling a bit. “a sock for a coffee? i’d say that’s... somewhat equivalent. let bygones be bygones?” he joked. “no, but uh  — on a serious note, i truly do apologize for your sock.” hudson only then proceeded to let a muffled laugh escape through his smile, “no, no. if it had been expensive i’d probably be cussing by now. but then again i’d be an idiot to spend so much money on just coffee.” he shrugged. “were you headed somewhere?” he asked, out of curiosity. 

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grecogiulia:

Giulia flashed him a bashful smile as he greeted her and tidied up. “Of course, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. I’d love to buy you another coffee regardless, if you like?” She offered as she slipped her phone in her pocket. Her mood lifted the moment he agreed to her terms. She really just wanted an excuse to spend time with him. “Awesome. Well I��m sure I can distract you from your studies over coffee.” She chimed as they walked along towards the cafe. “Honestly my day’s been fairly boring, but I restocked my wine collection this morning so I guess that’s something.” She said with a shrug. “How about you? How’s your day so far?”

hudson’s sapphire eye’s remained fixated on the ground as he walked, occasionally looking up to meet the pretty brunette’s eyes. he mirrored her same smile. perhaps, maybe even a brighter smile. “restocked your wine collection you say? that sounds great. i’m a sucker for wine.” he raised his eyebrows, impressed. the simple sound of having a wine collection sounded very luxurious for him. “maybe we could have a drink over some of your wine one day. i’m getting quite sick of coffee and tap water.” he teased, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “my day was uneventful as always, until now. this  — getting coffee with a friend  — is probably the most exciting my week has gotten.” the ends of his lips curled into a faint smile. they reached the cafe, hudson rushing to the door to hold it open for her. “after you.” he nodded.

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ofmargot:

“not you.” it’s hard to resist the urge to roll her eyes at that and she’s rather unsuccessful. “i’m not exactly difficult to notice,” she suggests, “but either way, maybe just pay attention for once in your life? it’s common sense.” her dislike for hudson stems from bitterness – she’s spent her whole life trying to fit in on the upper east side, to be one of them, to be accepted. and hudson? he didn’t have to think twice before turning away the life she covets. she doesn’t understand that, so there must be something wrong with him. “i don’t want a new pair,” she huffs, a bit like an insolent child. it’s frustrating how her intimidation doesn’t seem to faze him, how he hardly blinks. she wants to wipe the smug look off of his face (doesn’t matter how) – and when he laughs? that really does it. “i haven’t even begun to insult you. if i had, you’d know because you’d be crying. but it should be no surprise that i don’t waste my best on you.”

he agreed, she wasn’t difficult to notice, but he’d never admit that. especially not to her. he figured her head was already big enough. “i forget how delightful you are sometimes, margot.” he stated, his voice laced with sarcasm. he felt bad for her sometimes; he thought to himself frequently: what a waste of a pretty face margot was. he’d probably fancy her if it weren’t for that mouth of hers. “then don’t get a new pair.” he stated the obvious, adding a tone of annoyance. he felt like he was arguing to a child over a toy. “good. i wouldn’t want you wasting your declining brain cells on me, trying so vigorously to think of insults. i'd feel to guilty.” hudson took a deep breath, beginning to grow a minor headache. he felt slightly immature himself, arguing back with someone he knew he could argue with for years on end. “look  — margot. i’m sorry i spilled on your shoes. truly. if you want me to pay for the cleaning, or even a new pair, just let me know.” he knew he didn’t have that kind of money, so he would most likely end up sleeping with one of the many married women in manhattan for it. something no one knew about him.

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grecogiulia:

Giulia was too busy scrolling through the dozens of missed messages her parents had left on her cell to pay much attention to where she was going. Just as she was in the midst of setting it aside, she felt someone crash into her, the impact sending their coffee on to the sidewalk and splashing on her shoes. “It’s okay, it was totally my fault. I should’ve been paying more attention.” She answered automatically. As she looked up, a slight blush formed on her face when she recognized the man. “Oh, Hudson, hi. I’m fine, thanks for asking. I’m sorry about the coffee by the way.” She rambled out. “I’ll buy you a new one—if you’re not in a hurry that is.”

hudson recognized the voice. he looked up, and his brows jumped. “oh hey, giulia.” he slightly waved at the pretty brunette. “don’t be sorry, it was my fault  —   really.” hudson picked up the cup and threw it into a nearby trash, wiping his wet hands on his coat. “are you sure? i mean you really don’t have to. i was at fault.” he flashed her a weak smile, before shrugging. “you know what? sure. i’m definitely in no rush to get back to studying, that’s for sure.” he began walking beside her, keeping his damp hands in his pocket for warmth. “so, hows your day been?”

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ofmargot:

“oh my god!” margot jumps back at the spill, narrowly avoiding the worst of it as it splatters onto the sidewalk and her new zanotti heels. she stops, open mouthed as she recovers from the shock. it’s only when she looks up to see her attacker that her shock turns to ire. immediately, she assumes that this was some sort of personal attack, that it happened on purpose. “of course i’m not okay, these are couture!” she raises her voice, rage present on her face, “you idiot. can’t you just watch where you’re going and stay out of my way?” but she’s in his way now, posture straightened so she’ll appear even taller. it’s basic intimidation, her go-to.

hudson slightly winced at the boisterous complaining. he looked up at and immediately groaned, his eyes trying hard to resist from rolling. “oh god  — not YOU.” he sighed, his voice remaining calm. “look, i apologize margot. i didn’t see you.” he stated, his voice sounding unconvincing. “it’s not like you couldn’t just snap your fingers and buy yourself a new pair.” he stuck his hands in pocket and relaxed his shoulders. his eyes wandered down to her shoes, then unwillingly eyed her legs for a bit. he rolled his blue hues, no longer able to restrain himself. “look  — save your nasty insults for someone who ACTUALLY gets offended.” he spoke nonchalantly. he let a chuckle escape his lips, his head turning the other way as she straightened her stance. he was completely unfazed. 

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secretsbit:

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 &  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 she  shouldn’t  of  left  the  house  ,  but  she  was  going stir-crazy ! she  needed  to  get  out  ,  she  needed  to  move  ,  to  not  have  to  walk  past  her  old  bedroom & feel  the  same  sense  of  dread  from  that  night  .  only  dragged  up  even  more  now  that  nikolai  had  said  something  .  she’d  supressed  them  for  so  long  &  even  in  her  dreams  &  with  one  conversation  ,  their  back  &  she  finds  herself  desperate  to  refill  the  little  bottle  hidden  from  the  world  .   so  ,  she  choose  to  make  her  way  downtown  ,  to  a  pharmacy  so  out  of  reach  no  one  would  suspect a  thing  ,  but  it  isn’t  until  she’s  around  the  corner  from  it  that  she’s bumped  into ! it’s  not  his  fault  ,  she  thinks  ,  glancing  to  the  spilled  coffee  before  back  up  the  vaguely  familiar  features  .     ❛     no  , i’m  sorry ,  i  should  of  been  watching  ! can  i  get  you  a  new  coffee  at  least  ,  i  feel  wretched !     ❜     & she  did  ,  if  she’d  been  focused  on  where  she  was  &  not  lost  in  thought  ,  this  wouldn’t  of  happened  !

hudson’s head glanced up towards the soft voice, his brows furrowing. “oh  — uh, it was my fault, really.” he shoved his hands into his coat pocket, clearing his throat again before speaking. he knew her. ingrid rasmussen. he tried to hide the shock on his face. he hadn’t seen her in a few years, but he’d never forget a face like hers. though of course  — she had no clue who he was, which reminded him he had no reason to feel intimidated or worry. after this incident, she’d go back to looking right through him, like old times. she mentioned getting him a new cup of coffee, making him hesitate. “it’s fine really.” he softly chuckled. his mind quickly panicked and began to overthink. he didn’t want her to feel like she was being rejected in any type of way, so he quickly corrected himself “ — actually, yeah, sure. why not?” he beamed, before shrugging and cocking his head slightly, indicating for them to walk together.