#closed:phoebe

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@phoebefairmont​

@Nikita closed the leather menu in front of her and tore her gaze away from their table to the waiter at their right. “And I’ll just have the grilled chicken salad with extra strawberries, please, dressing on the side.” There was a faint trace of a thin but nonetheless polite smile at her lips as she spoke. It wasn’t the man’s fault that she was impatient for him to disappear; she was just anxious to get their meeting underway. Ever since Phoebe had dropped a mysterious little bomb over the phone about a new show Nik had been on edge to hear more. Now was finally the time--- or at least it would be soon. When he finally drifted away to place their orders for lunch she returned cornflower blue hues to the other blonde’s face and flashed a more genuine grin. “You look fantastic,” the compliment was sincere as she kept a thoughtful gaze on her friend. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve seen you last. Are you doing okay?”