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ivy.:

it was HUMILIATING. she had been waiting at the cafe for almost an hour for her date. why was it that she always got stood up like this ? she was too hopeful to think that her ex boyfriend DID NOT have something to do with it. she still saw the good despite what her head was telling her about him. 

with a heavy sigh , ivy wiped the tears from her eyes. everyone was staring already. poor ivy. she got stood up again. ( and she really liked the guy ! ) she stood up and grabbed her bag and turned to leave the cafe before she saw someone she recognized. 

she turned on her heel and suddenly she was centimeters from mikhail volkov and close enough to feel his breath on her face. she was definitely flustered. 

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For once in his life- Mikhail Volkov was not solely responsible for the events that had led to this moment. Meaning, he wasn’t responsible for the downfall of Ivy’s date, in fact he hadn’t even been aware that she was going on a date. If he hadn’t overheard some one talking about it in the locker room, there was a chance he never would have known. 

But when he had learned of her date’s plan for the evening he’d been overcome by a feeling that he couldn’t quite describe. He felt angry, but more than that he felt bad. He’d done his fair share of awful things to Ivy- correction he’d put her through hell. But he had never, never gone as far as standing her up. 

No one deserved that level of humiliation. And that was why he found himself waiting outside of the cafe. He’d thought about going in- trying to play it off as if he’d been running late, but he knew she wouldn’t want to see him. 

And then he saw her going to leave- and he decided it was time to act. But he hadn’t meant to come face to face, and when they did- he forgot how to act, how to breath. “Sorry I’m late,” he managed to stammer, blinking a few times as he tried to regain his composure. “Come on- i’ll make it up to you,” he added, slipping back into his normal level of comfort as he reached out to grab her arm in an attempt to lead her outside. 

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“I haven’t seen you for a while,” the male spoke slowly, allowng the words to roll off of his tongue as his eyes scanned over the girl, a wide grin quickly appearing across his face. It wasn’t often that Mikhail Volkov experienced excitement over seeing someone- but there was just something about Stephanie Windsor. He couldn’t begin to explain what it was, and he’d certainly deny it if anyone asked him about it- but he actually seemed to enjoy her company. “How’ve you been?” he continued, his smile faltering for a few seconds as he took a seat across from her. Being excited to see someone was one thing, asking how she was doing and actually caring about her answer? That was terrifying. “Personally I’ve been great.” He was quick to fall back on his typical narcissitic tendancies, hoping to hide his brief moment of panic. 

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darius.:

darius couldn’t quite understand what was so fun about near-death experiences. he did find himself inexperienced in a number of areas, and this was one where he was okay with that. “i’ve lived plenty– and i’d like to keep doing so.”

The younger male couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he listened to his friend. “Yes but you haven’t lived,” he responded- placing a large amount of emphasis on the word lived. “Don’t you want to live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he moved to playfully nudge Darius’ shoulder. 

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