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Saturday & Kinito

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The Austen Experience

Start from chapter one here: Chapter 1 on AO3

Chapter 2: “The distance is nothing when one has a motive.”

Nesta woke up like any other day at six. She walked into her tiny little kitchen and made herself some toast, grabbing some jam from the fridge. She ate at her desk as she went through emails. Elaine left her a text last night suggesting that she would drive both Feyre and Nesta up to the resort next week and also to remind Nesta to request her two weeks off.

After taking a quick shower Nesta gathered her things stuffed manuscripts into her purse and head out.

She lived about twenty minutes away from work, taking two buses and walking three blocks. She spent the bus ride texting her sister back agreeing for the ride and thanking her for buying her brunch yesterday.

At work, she sat at her desk working till her boss Nina arrived. Nesta got up straightening her blouse before heading to Nina’s door.

Nesta knocked politely at the door waiting for Nina’s voice to come in.

“Nesta, how are you this morning?” Nina sat at her desk. Piles and piles of paper were stacked on the table. The only place free from the paper piles was where her computer sat. Her glasses were sliding down her nose and her blouse had a large red stain on the breast pocket, she looked worse for wear.

“I’m doing well, Nina. I was just going to ask if I could have the next two weeks off, for those vacation days I still need to take.” Nesta felt her self-feel suffocated by the amount of mess that littered Nina’s office.

“Oh, let me check my calendar, it should be somewhere in here.” Nina began to lift up piles only to move them to other larger piles. Nesta wanted to ask if she had the calendar on her computer, it would be so much easier, or if it was in her purse.

“I know I saw it yesterday when Brittany was in… Just where did I put that stupid little thing,” Nina talked to herself, getting up to walk to her large bookshelf that lined the one wall.

“Maybe you took it with you when you went home?” Nesta suggests not moving any closer to help. Her back was almost touching the door.

“No, no, I don’t think I took it home? I swear I put it down…. somewhere.” Nina moved to the drawers of her desk opening and ruffling through her belongings. Nesta was almost wanting to suggest that Nina spent the whole day organizing her mess, maybe filing papers away will help her actually find things with ease. Her walls and shelves were covered in post notes full of reminders of places that she had placed things.

“Aha! I found it!” The calendar was raised above Nina’s head her smile wide. “It was in my purse.”

Nesta held back an eye roll. “Now what days was that again?”

“The following two weeks,” Nesta reminded.

“Okay, yeah totally doable. What do you have planned?” Nina asks as she pens in the two weeks Nesta asked to get off.

“Nothing really memorable, just going to resort to relax, really boring stuff,” Nesta says.

“Well, it will be much better than working,” Nina smiles. “Have fun.” And with that Nesta exits the office to go to her desk to start work.

The brochure told her everything that she needed to pack, one set of clothes, a weeks work of underthings (laundry was provided), a journal to write in or doodle, and no technology, all cell phones were to be confiscated at the gates. With so little to pack in her duffle bag she filled some of the space up with a few novels she was meaning to read, and of course Pride and Prejudice. With everything packed away she left her bag by the door and collapsed on her bed.

She had one arm draped over her face while her legs dangled from the edge. She sighs deeply knowing that she had to get up and grab some food for dinner. She stays laying there on her bed with her eyes closed listening. She was so tired. So tired of work and reading and being alone. She hated it, she had a love hate relationship with solitude.

Ask her when she was younger about what she looked forward to when she was an adult she would have happily said, “Moving out and having only my books as my companions.” Now as much as she wanted to sleep for days on end, she felt so out of tune. She knew her sisters were there for her, but they had their own lives to live, own friends to spend time with. And really what young adult wants to spend all their time hanging out with their loser of an older sister?

Elaine was busy still ordering flowers for the city charity Galla thingy. And Feyre was either painting the evening away or hanging out with Rhys. And here is Nesta’s wild Monday night, laying on her bed trying not to have a mental breakdown.

The other thing that’s been bothering her is Rhys, Feyre’s co-worker. Who is Rhys? What on earth does he do at Austenland? And how is it that two months of meeting Feyre he was practically glued to her. Just remembering how he acted at the restaurant yesterday, he was always sneaking glances at Feyre, stealing food off her plate, and teasing. He wouldn’t stop teasing her. Was Nesta looking too deeply into a friendship, or was this Rhys guy crushing hard on her baby sister?

Nesta knew she should be happy that Feyre looked like she was finally getting over that fucker of an ex Tamlin. But she just hoped that Feyre wasn’t involving her self with another psycho. Rhys might look like a better person, but just like Tamlin who you really are can be hidden quite easily, with a beautiful face, and a ‘genuine’ laugh.

Nesta removed her arm from her eyes and got up blinking. She moved into her kitchen opened her fridge and stared at what she had. What could she eat before heading to the gym?

After eating she got dressed in yoga leggings and a loose workout top. She headed the six blocks towards the gym for her yoga class.

Working out was something she really started doing during university when she wasn’t in class or working, she went to the free yoga class at the school. She found comfort in not having to go hardcore with weights or running, she hates running. Yoga was a hard workout you were pushing yourself, and if you had a good instructor you had fun while doing it. By the end of her first class she felt as if a large weight was lifted off her shoulders, she could sleep without twisting and turning every hour. Her muscles were looser.

She continued going to classes and when she got her job in a publishing house she had more time to take classes three times a week, maybe five if she was really stressing.

Nesta always wanted to invite Elaine to class with her, but always chickened out. Elaine spent most of her day on her feet lifting and moving around the cramped flower shop and was always in bed passed out by ten every night. And Feyre was more into kickboxing, she was always waking up before the sun heading to class before zooming out of the city to work on more art pieces.

Nesta got into the studio prepping her mat with two water bottles (glass never plastic) a yoga block, and her trusted towel. She pushed her gym bag to the side of the studio where everyone else left their belongings. Her shoes were already in the bag.

She wiped down her mat never trusting that the previous user did so, you just never know what type of gross shit might be lying in the grooves of the mat. Finally, she sat on her shins and began to do some small stretches, she was a little tense around the upper part of her shoulders and she really didn’t want to pull anything during the class.

Groups of girls arrived to class, a few with a friend, others like Nesta going solo. Everyone got their unassigned mat waiting for the instructor to start the class. There was the usual noise of people talking and laughing in hush tones, and the sound of mats being moved to new spots. Nesta tuned them out looking at the front of the class where the instructor was plugging in her phone to the dock to play music for the class.

After class Nesta spent some of her time as other people filed out to help clean the mats and store them away. She helped set up for the next class, a step class. Before putting on her shoes to head home.

Sweaty and spent Nesta dragged herself up the steps going to her floor. She had an irrational fear of elevators, the idea of being stuck had always scared her. Rides like Hollywood Tower of Terror or any elevator like rides made her stomach want to fall out. So she pushed through her tiredness and climbed up the six flights of stairs, only to drag her feet farther to her apartment. Ready to have a shower and go to sleep.

The rest of her week consisted of going to work, working, eating a light lunch, going home, doing some reading, answering emails, eating a pretty good portion of dinner and heading out for yoga, or reading another novel (just for fun).

By the time the weekend rolls by Nesta is on the phone with Feyre. “I was thinking that we can have brunch at the cafe by Elaine’s. Maybe spy on the new guy?” Feyre says. Nesta can hear the splash of a paintbrush being dunked into a water jar.

Nesta was curled up in her arm chair, in her lap was a heavily red marked manuscript. “I don’t know, it takes a while to get there,” Nesta says picking her nails.

“Maybe Rhys can take us. He’s taking me to work tomorrow and it just isn’t fair that he helps me load the car and just sits there while we eat.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. She’s sort of fed up with Rhys, she spent most of her time trying to figure out this guy and only disliking him more each and every day. But a chance to actually get to see him again was hard to pass down. “I guess he can join us if he picks me up to go to the cafe.”

“Awesome, I’ll text him right after this.”

“So how is work?” Nesta asks. She picks up her red pen to underline another sentence.

“Good, I still don’t know who on earth is my boss, but as long as I’m getting paid to paint flowers in vases I don’t really care.”

“Must help that you have some eye candy while you work. Hopefully, he doesn’t distract you that much.”

“Rhys? No, the guy is way too busy with the guests to actually distract me. Annoy me yes, but not distracting.”

“He must look delicious in his dandy uniform,” Nesta cooly teases. Teasing is something that never came that easily to Nesta so it comes out a little choppy and a tad bit cold. But Feyre understands what Nesta was trying to do.

“I won’t complain about the uniforms, except for mine. Everyone has to wear period costumes so we don’t shatter the illusion for the guests. Like I’m so far away from the guests that they will have to get lost in the house just to find me painting. It gets so hot and it’s hard to breathe when your boobs get pushed awkwardly into the collar of your dress,” Feyre complains.

Nesta rolls her eyes turning the page of her manuscript over. Period costumes, in general, are uncomfortable. “I am now even more excited to be wearing the getup.”

The two sisters talked for another hour before saying goodnight. Feyre made sure to tell Nesta that she will text Rhys and about him picking her up for brunch tomorrow.