#⩇⩇:⩇⩇ emir𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗧 〣 ─ mia foster .

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Emir let out a slow breath, rolling his eyes skyward as if asking the universe why he had to deal with this nonsense before he'd even had his coffee. He could feel Mia’s glare drilling into the side of his face, her frustration practically radiating off her. She had that look—like she was a hair’s breadth away from either snapping or crying, and he wasn’t sure which would be worse. Her biting remark made him snort, a sound that was more exasperation than amusement.

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart,” he drawled, sarcasm dripping from every word, “my vision is just fine. It’s your perception that might need some work.” He shot her a quick, sharp grin, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As she reluctantly agreed to share the cab, he couldn’t help but notice the way her face twisted in irritation, like she was sucking on a lemon. “Closer than I think, huh?” he mused, voice tinged with mock seriousness as he opened the door for her. “- thank you for enlightening me. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for the next showdown over public transportation.”

He held the door open, gesturing grandly. “After you, Your Highness. Let’s get this over with, shall we? Time’s ticking, and I wouldn’t want you to be late for whatever crucial thing you’ve got going on.” His tone was light, almost teasing, but an edge was underneath it—a sharpness hinting at just how little patience he had left.

mia's patience was wearing thin, the sting of losing yet another cab making her blood simmer. she had been here first — at least, that's what her frayed nerves were insisting. and now this guy, with his smug smirk and pointed remarks, was pushing her buttons in all the wrong ways. "really? then you should probably get your eyes checked."

she gave him a hard look, her eyes narrowing as she weighed her options. the idea of sharing a cab with him was far from appealing, but time was slipping away, and she couldn't afford to be late to her meeting. with a sigh, she decided to swallow her pride, but not without a parting shot.

“fine,” she said, her tone clipped as she met his gaze head-on. “we’ll share. but just so you know, i was closer than you think.” she stepped back, giving him just enough room to open the door, but not enough to hide her annoyance. “are you getting in or what?"

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it  wasn’t  often  emir  found  himself  stranded  without  his  bike.  navigating  new  york  city  traffic  was  a  waking  nightmare  most  days,  but  a  motorcycle  made  it  bearable—a  little  freedom  in  the  endless  gridlock.  today,  however,  his  bike  was  in  the  shop  for  a  tune-up,  and  he  was  already  running  late  for  work.  well,  not  really  late,  but  in  this  city,  you  could  never  be  too  sure.

he  had  been  waiting  for  a  cab  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity,  finally  spotting  one  approaching  just  as  he  fired  off  a  quick  text.  he  hadn’t  even  noticed  the  woman  until  her  hand  reached  for  the  door  at  the  exact  moment  his  did.  every  instinct  told  him  to  back  away,  and  he  almost  did—until  he  heard  her .  something  about  her  audacity  made  him  turn  fully  toward  her,  giving  her  a  long,  unbothered  stare  before  smirking.  “really?  because  from  what  i  can  see,  you  were  there.”  he  pointed  a  few  paces  behind  him.  “and  i  was  here.”

he  hadn't  even  had  his  coffee  yet,  and  this  was  the  last  thing  he  needed  to  start  his  day.  maybe  he  should've just  taken  the  subway.  part  of  him  wanted  to  tell  her  to  piss  off  and  find  another  cab,  but  instead,  he  opted  for  a  more  diplomatic  approach.  “listen,  i’m  late,  so  we  have  two  options:  we  share  the  ride,  or  you  wait  for  the  next  one.  you’ve  got  five  minutes  to  decide.”

starter: open to anyone ! ( @bhqextras ) where: 5th avenue when: early morning

mia paced along the curb, her nerves fraying with each passing minute. she glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart sinking further into the pit of her stomach. she was already running late to her meeting with a potential publisher — a meeting that could be the turning point for her novel. the street was a chaotic blur of yellow cabs, but none seemed to slow down for her. she waved her arm frantically, her frustration mounting as each passing taxi ignored her desperate signals. her anxiety was mounting with every tick of the clock, and she couldn’t shake the gnawing thought that she might be blowing her chance. after what felt like an eternity, she finally spotted a cab that seemed to be slowing down. her heart leapt as she stepped forward, ready to claim her ride. but just as she reached out to open the door, another hand appeared, grabbing the handle before she could. “oh, come on!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and disbelief as she turned to see who else had managed to snag the taxi. "hey, hey! i was here first." mia snapped, glaring at the person who had beaten her. she took a deep breath, trying to soften her tone. “look, i’m really sorry, but if you could let me have this one, i’d really appreciate it,” she said quickly, her urgency clear. “i promise i was here first.” she added with a nervous smile, hoping her sincerity would make a difference.