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two weeks. fourteen days. three hundred and thirty-six hours. that’s how long it’s been since penny last saw her. since she’s heard anything real , anything beyond the few scattered texts that did nothing to quiet the constant knot in her stomach. she’s tried to keep it together — tried to throw herself into work, into anything that might keep her from spiraling. but it’s when she forgets to do her warm-ups before the second act , too distracted checking her phone , that it really hits. when she almost misses four cues in a single performance , her mind anywhere but the stage , that’s when she knows — she can’t keep pretending she’s fine. she has to call again. she’s given drew space. figured there was a reason for the silence , something she shouldn’t push. but that reasoning only gets her so far when it feels like she’s been abandoned — like she’s been led to believe in something , only to be left standing alone. when she’d knocked on drew’s door a few nights ago , her roommates had no real answers for her. now , sitting curled up on her couch, her phone cold and useless in her hands , she gives in. again. she dials. voicemail. again. "hey. i know i said i’d stop calling. and at this point , i get it — you don’t want to talk to me. you want nothing to do with me anymore , fine. but can you just — just give me a sign of life ? please ? i feel like you at least owe me that. just let me know that you’re okay. or if you’re not. just … please , drew. please." by the time she ends the call, her hands are shaking. she stares at her phone for a long moment, then sets it down, swallowing against the lump in her throat.
she watched his movements as he bent down to grab his tumbler, quickly debating whether she should offer to buy him a new one, considering the small dents and bumps caused by their collision. but seeing as he didn’t seem to care about the state of it, she decided to let it slide for now. "oh well, glad i could help you shake things up — quite literally," she said with a smirk, the words dripping with lighthearted sarcasm. her smile softened, but only for a moment, before she almost had to fight back a grin at his teasing comment. "careful now, stranger. if you keep saying things like that, i might just start running into you more often if you’re gonna say things that makes me feel extra special" the brief silence that followed was interrupted by the sound of a snickers bar finally tumbling down the vending machine. a bit too late and almost a comedic timing. "well, look at that..." she said with a mock-surprised tone, nodding at the candy bar. "unless you think that’s enough of a lunch for you . . yeah , let’s go find something better."
a small chuckle sounded from his lips, head shaking as he finally bent down to grab his poor, exiled tumbler from where it had rolled to a stop. “for the record, i’m usually the one getting kicked by life, not the one doing the kicking. so this is a refreshing twist,” he replied, slinging the bottle under his arm as he looked at her again. she was quick, charming in a frantic way, and definitely not the kind of person you forgot running into. “and no,” he continued, leaning in with a whisper, “i don’t offer lunch to everyone who nearly takes me out with a flying coffee cup. you’re just the exception.” his grin widened, hands sliding into the pockets of his hoodie as he gestured toward the exit. “but now that you’ve thrown a vending machine into submission and offered to feed me out of guilt, i feel like i’d be an idiot not to take you up on it. c’mon, let’s find something that isn’t held hostage behind bulletproof glass.”
Gideon Glick as Tobias Bell and Ivan du Pontavice as Gabin Roux ÉTOILE — The Offer (1.08)
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