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𝙻𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚃𝚉𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙺𝙴; @legendaryl0stpieces ; x

It was JUST a date at a decently rated restaurant in the city. It wasn't too over-the-top nor too casual for such an occasion. Lillian didn't need to be blown away by the atmosphere alongside spending too much on the wine with minimal portions. But, she was just picky enough to not agree to go to a sports bar--- it wasn't her thing. So, luckily, without much debate, they mutually decided to meet here. And she was positive there was at least another table or two doing the same thing, or celebrating their anniversary. Either way, Lillian would show up and try her best in impressing the other. She was rusty. She was a little bit nervous. She was worried for her daughter and the babysitter. What if Shane wasn't whom she said he was? Was he a liar? That was another thought that processed until he actually showed up, and it made her relieved. Neither of them would have showed up if there wasn't hope, but they also had the option to leave if nothing went as planned, it was way simpler than how she originally perceived the notion to go forth with using Tinder as a whole.

Lillian wanted a real connection too. So, when she heard Shane express his disinterest in only hooking up, all thanks to the app, she chuckled. "Aye, I experienced the same thing. YOU were actually one of the few whom weren't interested in hooking up, and I thought I would take my chance." The reminder of the amount of messages she had gotten made her expression sour and she crinkled her nose. It didn't seem beneficial for anyone with actual standards and it seemed too messy, but Lillian didn't judge. Maybe if she was a teenager with this technology, or really desperate... "My parents were always punctual, and I suppose that habit just stuck with me. We always attended family gatherings early to help or now, I do the same when attending work related meetings." There was ONE time that caused her to be too distracted in the moment and miss out on picking up her eldest from school, but she wasn't one of the two whom died that night. And right now, Lillian was trying to get past the past. It was not something appropriate to bring up nor get upset about. This was a new experience and she was proud to have made the leap out of her comfort zone.

All this time, they spoke, they didn't share their professions? Maybe in the back of her mind, Lillian had just been extra cautious-- even though her face was on the back of several novels, like Danielle Steel or James Patterson. She just didn't like the spotlight enough to boast. "Reporter? No way. Please tell me I've seen your work." Her fingers reached up to brush a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. They had worked in the same field and hadn't crossed paths? It seemed too good to be true, though, now she was back home in London, and it was a big world. "I used to be a journalist too. Got tossed out on the field, got stuck in a few dangerous situations, interviewed strangers, but came back and wrote until it I couldn't anymore. 'owever, a few years ago, I moved back here and decided to move onto somethin' else," Blush rose to her cheeks as she wasn't very good at talking about herself. "---though, the writing didn't stop. I still write here and there. I love it."