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"I'm sure you're not the only one," Şeyda commented. Having been born with a silver spoon in her mouth she couldn't exactly relate. Formal wear and extravagant events were commonplace for her. The brunette wasn't too dense that she wasn't aware that not everyone had a similar lifestyle though. "Stop fidgeting," she teased, placing her hand over Noa's and gently pushing them away, "just becomes a neon sign that you're uncomfortable. Trust me, everyone here is either enjoying how beautiful you look or is jealous of that. Have fun with it."

starter : open for all, but capped (0/5)

where : carriage falls country club, mayoral ball

Mayoral Balls. Dress codes. Not exactly something that a surfer girl was particularly invested in, but alas, for the sake of taking part, and indulging in the company of others, she did just that. Rocked up, formal attire included, and immediately found herself with a drink in hand. "I can't be the only one who feels like they're out of place, right?" The brunette muttered, a light hearted smile present upon her features as she shrugged the matter off. "Fancy reassuring me that I don't stick out like a sore thumb?" From being uncomfortable, that is.

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Not only had her entire expression brightened as soon as she'd found Amos, her smile was broad. Şeyda chuckled at his words and pressed her lips to his as she took the offered champagne. "Same. I thought you were only going to be gone for a little bit," she'd said to her boyfriend, her arm snaking around him as she peered up at him. "It's hard to leave you alone all dressed up like this so I hope you've said all your hellos, baby, because you're mine now." Up until this point, she'd only told two people about the progression of things with Amos so now after arriving together it really was a bit of a coming out with their relationship to the whole community. "Have you gotten any better since the last time we danced?" Just a tease, she displayed her dimples and then pressed her lips to his jaw. "Take me for a spin but I'm not putting this down," she indicated of her champagne.

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@ the mayoral ball (right before the blackout)

"There you are." Amos smiled widely at the sight of his girlfriend, finally finding her after they'd separated to socialize with other people. "I've been looking for you everywhere, babe." He leaned in to kiss her cheek, offering her a glass of champagne. This felt, almost, like the introduction of their relationship to everyone else and he was beyond happy that neither of them seemed very scared or worried. He was a fan of not having to worry about timing or confusion now that they both had decided to open up to each other. "I hope you're ready because you owe me a few dances."

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In doing her best not to let her mind wander down the road of worst case scenario Şeyda was putting all of her energy into keeping as positive as possible. Everything bad that kept happening around town surrounded the mayoral office and her cousin happened to be the current mayor. "Right..." The brunette was hoping no one had sabotaged the generators in thinking ahead. Not that whomever was behind all this hadn't already been cruel enough. "Generators aren't automatic," to her knowledge, "so maybe they're still trying to locate them?" Ever the hopeful one. Şeyda panned her light around hoping she could spot one of her friends or her boyfriend. "Oh," she turned back to him and offered a wistful smile, "I'm Şeyda, nice to meet you. Just wish it was under better circumstances."

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He squinted as the sudden beam from the woman’s phone illuminated the space between them. He nodded, his own features briefly visible in the glow. "Good thinking," he murmured, activating his phone's flashlight as well—peering around, and noting the rising tension in the room. This entire situation felt eerie. "You're right about the generators," Noah agreed. "But if they haven't kicked in by now..." His mind drifted to his children again, imagining them safe at home, blissfully unaware of the unsettling scenario unfolding here. Or at least he wanted to believe that was what’s happening. He pushed the thought aside, knowing he needed to stay present. "I'm Noah, by the way," he added, realizing he hadn't properly introduced himself in the chaos.

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They'd had the same idea as soon as the room went dark. Şeyda grasped for her phone and found she couldn't make a call or send a text. The ground was ushered into a silence after the initial gasp and then the brunette could hear people beginning to panic. "No, shit..." Anxiety kicked up into a higher gear as some comments she'd engaged in earlier began to swarm her already worried thoughts. "Umm... well, at least we can use these things as flashlights." Şeyda had turned hers on. "The lights should come back up in less than a minute I would think." Her family's hotels all had backup generators. Much like a hospital would.

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capping at (0/4) location: at the mayoral ball

Noah tensed as darkness engulfed the ballroom, his brows creasing into a frown. He fished out his phone from the inside pocket of his tuxedo. The screen turned on, but there was no signal. Frowning, he turned to the silhouette beside him. "Excuse me," he said. "Do you happen to have any cell service?" He waited for a response, straining his ears against the rising murmurs of confusion. His mind raced, thoughts of Zephyr and Lyra at home with his parents flooding in. Were they safe? What was causing this blackout? 

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"Don't say that..." Concern flooded her tone as she trailed after the excessively long legged man. Everything going on surrounding her cousin had already had her stressed and worried, comments like these didn't help her nerves and anxiety at all. "You know if you put that energy out there you're prophesying it to come true. Stop giving that energy. And will you slow down? Have you not seen this dress and heels?" Şeyda had been bugging him about Hazal and didn't like him running away over it. Not that she didn't trust her friend's judgment but after everything she had to see for herself. It'd almost always been that way with her. "Have you seen Amos anywhere?" She really didn't want to spend the majority of the ball away split from her boyfriend.

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Lincoln found himself invited to the mayoral event more often since taking over the CEO role in the company. Something about saving face when it came to doing so much business, especially with those that helped keep Wilmington, as well as the country, a float. Normally he didn't mind to attend these things. He had long ago learned to embrace the events that came with the status he held. However, something felt off to him. Maybe it was the fact that it was clear that someone had a vendetta against anyone with the title, or associated with, the mayor. "I don't know about you, but I feel like having anyone who involves themselves with the Mayor, including the mayor himself, in one place is a recipe for disaster?"

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Hande Erçel ✨️

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It was a real heartache for Şeyda that she was so estranged from her own family, but that made it all the more meaningful when it'd come to found family. Even though she and Amos had only recently made things official, going from dating to the girlfriend/boyfriend title, opening up with him and getting closer there meant his family as well. Amos came with a child and a sister and two fathers. All of whom she'd been fortunate to meet when she'd surprised Amos at Wimbledon. She'd taken to Armi immediately, the woman was so spirited and had the most fun personality, and in a way reminded Şeyda of the parts of herself that she had been missing. Cece and his dad's were wonderful, they'd made her feel so welcomed, but it was Armi that she'd really hit it off with. They were close in age and laughed over the fact that the men they were dating were besties.

At the bar in Nirvana she was talking some quick business with her bar manager when Armi had rushed up. Beautiful and excited, Şeyda couldn't resist simply smiling at her while she spoke. "Hey, you! I'm so happy to finally see you in here!" Of course Armi could've been inside the nightclub before and they'd just not known each other then. "Of course we can! What do you like to drink?" Everyone had their preferences when it came to shots, Şeyda remained fairly open. She turned to her bar manager again real quick and asked them to send a bottle and shot glasses to the VIP table, the only one left open for now, and then took Armi's hand. "We'll go to the VIP," she said, leaning in a little bit over the music, "that way we can hang and talk and still be close to the fun." Butterflies took flight in her stomach at Armi calling her part of the family, and surely her cheeks flushed and warmth spread all over, but she wouldn't fight against the claim. It meant a great deal that she was being accepted in with those that Amos deemed most important in his life. "Come on, sis," Şeyda played right into it with a grin and began leading Armi away, "I'll have to give you a tour sometime if you pop in before we open, but for now lets enjoy VIP."

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Armi had promised her dads that she wouldn't be, well -- Armi. And she had the full intention of keeping that promise. But that was more so by toning it down then not doing anything at all. It wasn't often that her brother was serious about someone, and while, they might still be taking it slow -- they were still serious, and therefore, Armi was already taking to Şeyda. She was beautiful, smart, fun -- she could see why her brother was smitten. But the one thing Armi made clear was that while it was fully Şeyda and Amos' relationship and they can do what they need; she was a packaged deal. And after all, who didn't love Armi? She was a delight, if she said so herself. Armi made her way into Nirvana, realizing that she only been here a handful of times and never once knew who owned the place. She did now. Her mind was on finding one person, and it didn't take long. Her eyes immediately falling upon the woman over by the bar. Rushing up towards her, "Hey," She greeted, "So, I know you're probably working? But now that I know this beauty is yours, I've been wanting to come by again and check it out. Also, maybe if you have a moment, we could sit take a shot together?" She wondered, "Maybe get to know each other a little better? Since you're basically apart of the family now." Nice. And that was exactly what her dads meant when they asked her to not be -- herself. Oh well, they should've know that wasn't going to work out. She cleared her throat, "I mean, you know since--" She paused, shaking her head, "Yeah, nah, you're apart of the family now. I'd say sorry, but I've unofficially adopted you, so I'm not."

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If there was anything Şeyda could understand it was the estrangement from family. She and her own father, brothers as well, weren't on speaking terms. They hadn't been for a while and she doubted that would change anytime soon.Though, they still kept an eye on her. When Gabi returned, Şeyda glanced over with a hint of concern, "is everything okay?" Neither spoke of their families so the mention and immediate want to return to drinking prompted her to break an unspoken code. "Still the same or you wanna try something different," she asked, hand lifted to call the bartender over. Although, she knew mixing alcohol wasn't a good idea.

Starter: Open

Gabriella just got off a phone call with her father. She wasn't sure how he managed to get her number as she changed everything when she moved. It was a lot and she was rather emotional. She went back into the bar she was at and sat at the seat beside the person she came with. "Hey, sorry... that was my father." She said, surprise in her voice. She never really talked about her family much so the fact she was even mentioning it was weird to her. "Anyway--let's get back to drinking, yeah? I could use another round of shots."

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"We could mix it up every week, play it by feel," Şeyda suggested with a smile, loving the idea of it and hoped they could keep it up. It was important to stay connected to friends and people that mattered, rather than make your life too one dimensional. Something that she'd learned would only lead to loneliness and isolation, and both were difficult to come out of. "You wanna go for a quiet drink now? Could hit up the wine bar or even just go to my house..."

ember wasn't much of a dancer and she rarely found herself in club settings unless someone asked her to join them. that person seemed to be seya this time around but even with that being said, she was a little too tired to do that in this moment. "standing weekly plans sound nice. i could always go for dinner or a drink. do you have a preference or should we mix it up every week?" she liked nice lights herself but not when she was by herself, especially not with everything going on around here lately.

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It was amazing how refreshing a good pilates class could feel. Sure, Şeyda felt thoroughly worked out and tired but it was the result was welcomed. It'd come from something that would invigorate her. She sipped her juice but paused as Hazal began with her updated news. A brow arched as her lips slowly formed a smirk. "You know... I think I may be psychic. I don't know why people try to play around with me when I can see something as obvious as day." Her tone was light and jovial, the brunette was grinning at her friend across the table. "I believe it even if you still don't quite do. How's it feel? We're not even in cuffing season and here you are... defying the odds," she teased. Then a perplexed look crossed her features and Şeyda set her drink down on the table. "What do you mean you're not having sex? That's the best part of having a boyfriend... you get laid as often as you want." There was no surprise when Hazal's curiosity turned to her situation and the object of her affection from the last time they hung out and talked. "Ehh... Axel is supporting as long as I'm happy but he did promise he'd end Amos if he even makes me cry." To which she chuckled, it was nice to have an actual big brother figure in her life. "But Amos and I figured it out. I flew out to surprise him for Wimbledon and he took me off the market."

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location: balance and breathe

Hazal stretched in her chair, feeling like a million bucks after the pilates class. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she sipped her juice—her mind wandering to the latest drama in her life. "You're going to laugh when I tell you this, but remember when I told you about that kiss? Well…" she trailed off, sounding like she couldn't believe it herself. "Lincoln and I sort of figured stuff out and we're dating now. Can you believe that? It feels surreal, if I'm being honest." She shook her head, still trying to wrap her brain around it. Her and her grumpy boss? Talk about a plot twist. "We're not having sex though—so I'm in a world of pain," she admitted with a snort. "But it's going well." She gulped down more of her drink before switching gears—her nosy side kicking in. "Anyway, tell me about this thing with Amos? Did you all figure it out yet? More importantly, did you tell your friend to mind his business?"

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Ted Lasso 1.10 “The Hope That Kills You”

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With long nights as a part of her usual routine Şeyda wasn't an early riser. She didn't sleep in super late either, but this morning she was roused from sleep by the smell of brewing coffee. After sliding into some comfy lounge pants and without running a comb through her long brunette hair, she slipped out of her room in the tank top she'd slept in to find out who'd broken into her house and decided make coffee rather than steal her goods. "Hidayet!" Her sleepy face lit up with excitement at the surprise. "How did you even get in here?" With a laugh she approached her friend and threw an arm around her for a hug, then finally looked at the basket of donuts. "At least you come bearing gifts," she mused, "thank you, honey, this is so sweet." Quickly she went to her cupboard and took out some plates and mugs for the coffee and set the plates down by the donuts and the mugs by the coffeemaker. "I'm on no specific diets. I don't know if I could ever live like that," she laughed and put a donut on each plate for them. "So tell me what's so special about them? Are they jelly filled or did you make them yourself? They smell so good." While she listened, Şeyda went to the coffee maker and poured them each a cup, adding cream to her own and fixing Hidayet's how she remembered then brought them over. "Pfft I wouldn't decline but I did share one with you, no remorse," she winked. "Are you free today?"

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location: şeyda’s house

Hidayet stood in Seyda's cozy kitchen, a small basket of freshly baked donuts resting on the table between them. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Hidayet's face lit up with a bright smile as she watched Seyda's reaction to the surprise. "I thought we could use a little treat today," she said cheerfully, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Don’t say you’re on a no sugar diet or something ‘cause I've meticulously chosen these for you." She gently brushed a stray strand of curly hair away from her face, her hands betraying a slight nervousness that contrasted with her confident demeanor. The aroma of the donuts filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of coffee brewing nearby. It was clear that Hidayet had put effort into this gesture. She shifted slightly, her gaze briefly flickering to the basket before returning to Seyda. After all, Hidayet was not just offering donuts, she was offering her time, her presence, and a slice of her thoughtful nature. "Though if you decline my offer I might just eat them all by myself, no remorse."

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It was always fun when someone wanted to have their party, of whatever type, at her club. The sole purpose of Şeyda even wanting to own a nightclub was due to the good times they had offered her in youth, that escape from her life and reality when her entire world had been so structured and disciplined. They were a haven to her in New York. A place where she got to be free and find herself. Which, if you asked most people, they would say a nightclub is a strange place to find out who you are. When she approached the guest for the appointment her assistant had scheduled, something her manager often took care of but they were involved in another meeting, her steps slowed as she took in and registered the woman awaiting her. "Ruhi?" Brow crinkled for a moment, Şeyda strangely needed confirmation because she hadn't seen nor heard from this friend in such a long time. In fact, she'd considered their friendship tossed to the wind at this point. Life had taken them in different directions, hell for her, and neither of them had made the effort. At least that was how she'd seen it. The turmoil she'd been in had actually distanced her from many people. "Tour for a potential bachelorette party?"

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Ruhi had been back for a while and maybe it was precisely because she was so nonconfrontational that she ended up avoiding Nirvana for as long as she had. Anytime someone suggested going out, she would naturally suggest somewhere else for them to gather. While she had a number of justifications ready in her pocket, the real reason was singular. Seyda Seven. Someone who heard the story from Ruhi’s perspective might wonder why she was trying to avoid her friend from another lifetime. After all, at least in Ruhi’s retelling of the situation, Seyda was the one who had gone MIA. The one that had suddenly pulled away from her in such a stark manner that the distance between them felt unsurpassable. Now, years later, it was Ruhi who felt the pang of nostalgia for the friendship they once had and the prick of disappointment that the woman she considered among her inner circle turned out to be just like the rest. Friends with her show, but something else behind her back. It was pure business that brought her to the establishment as her bride-to-be was adamant on having her bachelorette here and charged Ruhi with the planning. Ruhi assumed that one of Seyda’s associates would handle the tour and formalities, but she still fidgeted with her things.

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"I'm not holding back," she laughed softly between them, "just didn't realize I'd have to go easy on you. Us romantics aren't for the faint of heart." The fact was Şeyda hadn't really had opportunity to be romantic or apart of any sweeping gestures for years, she wasn't entirely sure if she was doing too much because she was coming out of a drought, or if she was doing so little that Amos was still in question that she wanted this with him. To her, his gesture felt huge, in the best way possible. It was moving to Şeyda that he would put in this time and effort and be especially thoughtful towards her likes and interests and tailor their date to that. If he'd wanted her to fall into simp mode, Amos had made it happen with this date. "Don't forget the part where you show up in a limo, standing up through the sunroof with a bouquet of roses," the brunette teased as she peered up at him. Sometimes she felt she could get lost in his eyes forever. It was almost frightening to feel that way again, to be attached to someone and be vulnerable, yet also exciting and thrilling at the same time. She supposed it might have been normal to feel nervous when on the precipice of something big. The girl had paid her dues and maybe this was that finally turning around. "What... really? Well what would you consider a big gesture then?" Would he charter a plane and fly her to the opera?

Slow dancing, her body against his, with art surrounding them she definitely as though she were on cloud nine. Şeyda's cheeks dimpled at swooning because she was fairly certain that she was doing that very thing herself. "Hmm," she pressed her lips to his after he'd kissed hers, chasing for another taste and spot of affection, "I don't think I've even really started trying to make you swoon. You know, full-on weak in the knees action." Her hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around his neck when Amos had inched her even closer, now they could be pressed flush against each other. Not only could she feel his abdomen expand with each breath he took but she was sure she could feel the thud of his heartbeat as well. Şeyda kissed him again but lingered, took her time and kissed him slow. For now, she was enjoying bliss and she was perhaps accepting that they no longer needed to chase one another. She was his if he wanted her. "Don't be selfish," Şeyda teased, "share with the class, me, at least one of the things you plan on doing to me." It made her heart soar and she knew her cheeks flushed with the way her heart sped up knowing he would spend time thinking about her while he was gone. It was such a big moment of his life coming up and she was having a difficult time with the idea of not being apart of it or there to support him. "I'm willing to test that theory of yours. There's also going to be plenty of time to have fun as well." That and if he wanted to work there were plenty of things he could do to fill his time, but selfishly she wanted him to herself for a while first.

Amos looked back at her through his eyelashes, a teasing smile on his face. "Hey, no holding back anymore, remember?" Besides, he was teasing her, but he thought it was really endearing that she was so happy over something that he made happen with some cash and after he'd realized that she was into art. He didn't consider it his big gesture yet, he thought he could do even better than that. "Yeah, we need to discuss that you wanted me to sneak into your place through a fire escape that you don't even have, for starters." He smirked back at her, shaking his head. He would totally do it too. His world had been turned upside down recently, between training for his last professional competition and finding out that he had a child that he didn't know even existed, Amos had been a mess. But it was a second date with her that kept him grounded. Even if he hadn't said it out loud, Amos was getting attached to her and it was scary. He didn't want to ruin what they had but he couldn't fix everything about the messy life that he led in one day, for her sake or for the sake of his daughter. But he would try. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, but this hardly counts as a big gesture."

He leaned in closer and nodded at her next question, playing along with her. She barely even had to try anyway, now that he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, Amos didn't have to bother about playing it cool. "How can I not swoon if you keep looking at me like that? I'm only a man, Şey." His hands caressed her sides gently for a moment as she showed her appreciation for his plans as they swayed to the slow song before they rested on her lower back, his eyes floating around her face slowly. God, he was in too deep with this girl and it was getting clearer by the minute. The smile barely fit in his face as she agreed to a third date. Although he did worry about if her answer would change once he finally told her what he needed to tell her later that night. He rolled his eyes playfully at her next words though, using his hold on her to bring her closer so that he could press his lips against hers gently, almost as if he could kiss her pout away. "If you think I'm not gonna be too busy thinking about everything that I want to do to you when I get back home, you're sorely mistaken." He leaned his forehead against hers, eyes locking on hers. Amos hadn't slept with anyone that wasn't her in weeks anyway, he didn't see that changing anytime soon. Labels or not, he could see that meant something to her and he wasn't about to ruin what they had. Not to mention, he was going to be more sad than anything else as it was his last pro competition ever. "You're gonna get so tired of me when I'm back home and unemployed, honestly."

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Hande Ercel via Instagram stories

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Still there was no real answer from Axel and that frustrated Şeyda. It wasn't a lack of trust with her dear friend or that his word and opinion didn't mean much to her, because they both meant a great deal, there was just something about the cloak of secrecy. The fact that he kept dodging the very blunt question was bothersome. "That's not an answer, Ax. You're telling me to be careful and possibly stay away from someone without telling me why. I'm not doubting you have your reasons and experiences, but don't you think it's only fair to share with me?" Head tilted to the side a little, gaze soft as she peered at her friend, Şeyda did smile and nod as the compliments came her way. "I do like him a lot," she confessed, "I may be foolish but I think it might be going somewhere with him." It was the first time in five years she could say something like that about anyone. At Axel's confession she straightened and her eyes brightened, in fact her entire expression and demeanor did, and her lips parted a bit as she began to smile brightly at her friend. "Oh my god, are you serious? My Ax is in-love?" There was a little hop forward in her seat as excitement filled her up. Briefly she covered her mouth as she squeaked with the thrill of this big thing happening with him. "Life is always going to be complicated, Ax. Don't let that get in the way. Please don't leave yourself in a position to be in regret. You deserve the love and happiness, too." She was so happy he'd told her and Şeyda reached across their table and squeezed his hand. "Tell me about her!" If all she got out of life was seeing the people she cared about happy then that would be enough.

Frustration was evident in his features. He understood Şeyda's point about rumors and the lack of concrete facts, but it didn't make his concerns any less valid. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to find the right words. "Look, Şeyda, I get it. You're right that everyone's got a past, and yeah, people can change. But..." he trailed off, struggling to articulate his thoughts without revealing too much. "He’s him." He sighed, his expression softening as he looked at his friend. "I hear you about how he treats you. That's important, no doubt. And I'm glad he's making you feel something. You deserve that." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're definitely not just a girl with a crush. You're smart. You've got a good head on your shoulders." Deciding to lighten the mood a bit, he went to say. "Speaking of crushes, though, you’re not the only one who feels that way. I might be there too. Though, I don’t think it’s just that for me. She’s special and I think I’m in love with her—might have been for a while now. I just can’t tell here since things in my life is complicated,” like the fact that he wanted to burn this fucking town down… “Anyway, I just figured I should tell you and get a female’s perspective.” 

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It was understandable. As a teen and a young woman in her early twenties she used to walk the streets of New York to get many places, and somehow as scary as it could be it was fun and exhilarating. Though, it wasn't often that her then boyfriend let her go many places alone. "Well why don't you come out then? Have a drink and a little dance at the club?" She understood being all work and no play, it'd left the last five yars of her own life pretty lonely. "Or we could make some standing weekly plans," Şeyda suggested. "I like the dark if there's some pretty lights," she laughed lightly, but she didn't like what could lurk in it without.

she wasn't really sure that she was avoiding anything in particular. it was just that she didn't like going home to be alone for the evening. work, she found, distracted her from how lonely she actually was. "nothing really. you know, i just don't always like going home to sit there alone is all. plus, there's always work to do at the parks department." she took in a deep breath at what seyda asked next and did her own looking around a moment after that, "actually, i'm not a huge fan of the dark so, yeah. i guess you could say i am."