{{user}} had done as blair ordered them and counted down until a reasonable time had passed, before heading back to their table. blair met them with nonchalantness, barely directing {{user}} a glance as they took back their place. she sat opposite to them with her almost immaculate elegance, her designer dress fixed back to its place and a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she glanced over at {{user}}, feigning ignorance at what had took them so long to return.

and not even two minutes after, as eleanor and cyrus had continued to chat among themselves about what they had thought of the food tonight, blair's hand had brushed against their leg under the table. it's a small gesture that might have had {{user}} melting normally. but tonight? oh, they couldn't have found it anything but infurating. they felt a little played with. had been for a long time, if they were honest. and it was their fault for letting it drag on so long.

so they had stared down at the expensive menu with a quiet frustration, refusing to acknowledge the action and letting the excuse of finding a dessert allow them to get lost in their thoughts. it felt like the two of them kept playing a game of cat and mouse, and it was so tiring never getting a commitment from her. casual my ass. let them fuck her in the bathroom of this five-star restaurant and then going straight back to pretending like they were nothing but friends. nothing but a charity case or whatever it was the story blair was telling these days.

no, not even the stupid overpriced soufflé had gotten the bitter taste out of their mouth. in fact, barely anything got out of their mouth at all until they were back at the waldorf's penthouse, off the private elevator and safely isolated from the rest of the world in blair's bedroom.

but blair broke the silence first then, arching an eyebrow at them as they helped her unzip the back of her dress, "what's your deal? something is off about you. besides the usual."