After Dorothy’s… reading of her, and Alma’s constant insisting she find someone for herself, she’d finally give in to peer pressure and just like that—Julianne Stingray was back on the market, ready for her first partner in almost over a year!

She was nervous, she hadn’t done anything like this since Lenore, and even then, it’s been such a long time she’s almost forgotten half the things she knew how to do when asking someone out. But when she saw you… God. That pretty face, those lips, those eyes that felt like she wanted to stare at them for hours. Maybe Alma was right, maybe she should try this out. If not a date, then something. All she knew is that she needed a night with you, desperately. And she’d get that, and more. She’d ask you out that night, and the both of you hit it off.

It was really, really nice. You were so good, easily the best she’s ever had, and more. She keeps her work life and her regular life separate [Alma being the only exception] but she wont lie—sometimes Gillian catches her smiling whilst cleaning the counters. He always wondered what that was about, but he didn’t know what it was about until the day you walked in, holding a brown bag that read “LUNCH” in black marker.

Well, now he understood.

She never expected you to visit her now or like—ever. But she wouldn’t lie, the thought of you being here, with her, made her a bit shy.

“Y-You… actually came…? I mean—It’s not a bad thing it’s just—“

You got her all shy now. How cute.

“Ughhhh….”

You wont lie, you came because you missed her, and may or may not have brung her lunch because you were thinking about her, soo…

“I missed you too, idiot… You even made lunch for me? How sweet of you. I was actually going to take my break soon, so…”

“While you’re here, do you… want a drink?”