#( c: reyhan solmaz 1 )

[jamesonxcarter]

WITH: @reyhansolmaz LOCATION: coffee shop, atlanta

His dissertation had been the one that earned him his first teaching position as an Assistant Professor at Rice. While there, he had worked rather tirelessly ( and perhaps at the expense of his marriage ) to pull together enough material to actually publish his first book documenting cases throughout history and how the advent of forensic science opened up investigative methodologies that otherwise had been closed off for centuries. DNA testing alone had exonerated a number of defendants who had been falsely convicted. Other techniques easily could provide crucial evidence, if departments around the country received adequate training and funding into these investigative solutions. It was out of that first passion project that his current podcast came about. After that first book, his interests had deviated towards more of the classic cultural anthropology to avoid siloing himself into only one area of study. Even now, Jameson did not allow only one area of his chosen subject to dominate his entire time. However, starting the podcast afforded him the opportunity to return to marrying academia and storytelling that his more scholarly papers did not.

Leaving class, he immediately made his way to the coffee shop that him and Reyhan had agreed to meet at. When he reached out to her after reading some of the reviews she left on his episodes, he absolutely intended to pay her for beta-reading a few chapters of his upcoming book. Imagine his surprise, and absolute chagrin, when he realized her email signature contained her profession: editor. Which was precisely why this meeting was arranged in Atlanta. It would give him an opportunity to express his gratitude for her thoughtful engagement with his pet project and to learn more about her work and publishing house. Scanning the coffee shop for a woman who he had actually never met before, he saw a professionally dressed brunette sitting alone a few tables away. Where most of the customers appeared to be students, she was the only that looked like she could be there for a business meeting. Which was why he took his chances and approached her table, hoping that she’d at least recognize him even if he didn’t recognize her. “Ms. Reyhan Solmaz?”

[ahalyaxreddy]

WITH: @reyhansolmaz LOCATION: covington square, new years eve

Though they would have usually met for brunch earlier in they as they had done for the past few years, Ahalya figured that rather than Sunday brunch, they could enjoy the festivities in the last few hours left of the previous year together. Eventually, she had to get back to the Urban Harvest stand since she had agreed to take over the shift to relieve their employees of work so they could enjoy New Years Eve. She'd proposed visiting her parents place after as well, but they had been the ones to ask that she come the following day. Maybe they too recognized that she needed to be afforded time to live her own life without running to their house to make sure they had everything they needed. And though she was more than happy to spend the time with them, with the night free to herself, she reached out to Rey for them to do something together later in the day to celebrate the end of the year. This year, she was very much looking forward to welcoming 2024. Weaving her way through the gathering crowd to find her companion for the next couple hours, she smiled to herself as she found the brunette. “Rey,” calling out for her attention, she saddled up to her side before she lost her again amid the hustle and bustle of the celebrations. “I swear it took me so long to get from one end of the Square to the other. In all my years coming here, I haven’t seen so many people come out to this. It’s like everyone is ready to say goodbye to 2023.” There was a palpable excitement in her too as she fed off the energy of everyone around her.

[wyattxabhrams]

Wyatt raised a brow in silent acceptance. From the outset, he did not shy from acknowledging that he was being complimentary towards her. Throughout the evening, he’d peppered in flattery amid conversation. While she outwardly minimized his praise, chalking it up to charm, the upward tilt at the corners of her lips, the amused glint in her eye, were proof enough. His words had their intended impact. Reyhan returned his repartee, and he chuckled in turn. “Might depend on the cat.” After all, he wasn’t quite a pet person. A moment later, she returned to the same topic and Wyatt couldn’t help his amusement at how seriously she seemed to consider the humorous hypothetical. And though the joke had run its course, he humored her addendum in their imaginary exchange. “No kid, no cat. That leaves only the kidney.”  

It was pleasant. Despite the obvious chill in the air that cut through even his suit jacket, the breeze was refreshing. And as he appreciated the moment of separation from the crowds, her matter-of-fact statement drew his attention back to her. He met her thoughtful gaze with a creased brow and bemusement. Blue? As though understanding his silent question, she laughed to herself, furthering his own interest. What about the color blue was funny? Her reply was unexpected. And for the second time that night, Wyatt found Reyhan in close proximity. The first had been accidental. A welcome happenstance that it was his arms she’d stumbled into. This was deliberate.

A few short strides brought her before him. While she admired the hue of his eyes under the moonlight, he admired the way the same illuminated her sharp features. The color of her lips matched the flush on her cheeks. Presumably, from the chill in the air. Though Wyatt might have dared be more presumptuous that night as she adjusted his tie. He waited for her gaze to meet his once more as she finished her thought. “It’s not the moon.” It was his turn to be precise for what was intended as a compliment. Or maybe his way of clarifying. “They’re always blue.” Therefore, theoretically, she should always like them.  

Her fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, much like his gaze had the entire night. Wyatt discarded his drink on the balcony ledge as well, taking a few steps of his own. His free hand caught a loose curl of her hair. Was his tie crooked? Perhaps. Was her hair out of place? Not really. But he was returning the favor. And testing his luck. Letting the strand catch between his fingers, a moment later, he brushed it back into place. His fingertips grazing the curve of her cheek, he tucked the loose tress behind her ear. The back of his hand brushed against the nape of her neck barely. Ostensibly innocent. She had fixed his tie. He adjusted her hair. It was escalation only if she wished it to be.

“You’re cold,” he observed, voice just loud enough for her to hear. They stood close. Enough that his pitch didn’t need to compensate for the buzz of the conversation inside. Enough that he could see the goosebumps dotting her exposed shoulder. Another detail revealed courtesy of the moonlight. “It’s,” he paused, elongating the last consonant while searching for his next word, lip curving up slightly as he repeated himself, “cold.” His hand fell onto the balcony railing, inches from where hers hung by her side. Without diverting his gaze, he nodded towards the ballroom behind them. “And I’ve had enough of this party.” As had she, he suspected. “Do you want to head out?” The ‘with me’ silent. Implied, but unspoken, for all the same reasons his actions were always calculated. Plausible deniability. | @reyhansolmaz

The way her gaze caught his, for that split second, she almost believed his words, but Reyhan knew better than to believe men who looked like him and who were as smart as him. White men like Wyatt, carried the world in the palm of their hands. Men like him had little toys as distractions since they were kids and tended to get possessive with those, only to change toys as they shifted their attention to something else, or, better yet, someone else.

And yet... she almost believed him.

There was something about the way Wyatt Abhrams carried himself that made her feel like he could sell her a nice vacation in an igloo and she would be perfectly happy with her choice. He was enticing, enthralling and not only that, but he was also so great with his words that Reyhan second-guessed her sharp perception and almost let herself buy what he was selling. That, however, wasn't the worst part of it all.

The worst part was that she wanted to believe his words.

Reyhan caught herself trying to hide a little smile as she rolled her eyes at his words. She didn't want to seem naive to him, but catching the attention of someone who could clearly have anyone else in the room and yet, chose to spend his time with her, definitely prompted a little twist up from her lips. "You're full of charm tonight, aren't you?" Not only tonight. She knew that for sure, having had the opportunity to chat with Wyatt in other gatherings in Atlanta. "I appreciate it. A little stroke on the ego has never hurt anyone."

His joke, however, stole a soft chuckle from her lips. "You know... the kidney I could do without, but the newborn would have to wait until another lifetime. Would a cat suffice?" While she understood that no, he wasn't asking for a kidney, let alone a newborn, it just felt like a funny retort to give. Right? Reyhan could be funny sometimes without getting lost in her own thoughts about how illogical she was being. Right? But then again... she really did want to adopt a cat someday... "Wait. Can I take it back? You can't have a cat either." And by the end of her sentence, of course, the joke had run its course and Reyhan was left feeling a tad bit stupid in return, which was the perfect opportunity for the brunette to simply step outside and welcome the cold breeze.

She could feel her entire body vibrating with excitement, even after moments had passed between her conversation with Walter Harrison and now. It was like electrical charges coursed through her veins, making her beam with happiness as she leaned onto the balcony and closed her eyes for a moment. Reyhan drew in a breath, as if the cold night air would be able to steam down her lungs and cool her off for a bit. The steam of her exhale was still dissipating in front of her face when she opened her eyes and turned around to face Wyatt, noticing a slight change she hadn't noticed before.

"They're blue." She stated, plain and simple, as if he needed no explanation to what she had just said. As if that didn't make her seem like some kind of lunatic. It brought yet another soft chuckle to her lips. "You eyes, I mean." Setting her glass on the balcony, Reyhan reached up and gently adjusted his tie, who's knot was slightly crooked, and letting her fingers linger there for longer than they should. "The light of the moon is making them blue. I like it. It suits you better." / @wyattxabhrams

[wyattxabhrams]

“True. But not every one catches my attention.” Wyatt did not give her an empty denial of the observation. It was true that he was frequently surrounded by gorgeous women. That didn’t detract from the fact that Reyhan in particular had caught his eye that evening. Granted, he’d noticed that she was beautiful the first time they met. Much like how Walter Harrison, and every other man in the circle they’d just left, did as well. But it was undeniable that tonight had shown him a different side of her. One that had been unexpected. Because up until moments before, he’d viewed her as someone so out of her element in this space that he’d nearly written her off. Of course, that was a mistake on his part. He should have known better than to make assumptions. But they were grounded in the fact that the few times that they’d seen each other, she’d always felt like Colin’s shadow. He’d heard very little from her and seen nothing more than her nerves.

Now, the slight buzz of excitement from having successfully wooed Harrison paired with the beauty that he’d already noticed only made her that much more fascinating. Alluring even. Which was why as she turned away from him, Wyatt’s gaze subconsciously raked along her bare back and the red silk that accentuated her figure. Yes, Reyhan Solmaz was far more than met the eye. Or Wyatt had been slow to realize. “He will. I’d bet on it.” He offered, gaze turning back towards the blond author who had very carefully pocketed Reyhan’s card.

“I’m not going to ask for your kidney or first born, don’t worry,” he laughed, attention refocused on her. When she asked him to accompany her out, he might have otherwise cast a glance around to see if there were someone else who he’d missed in making his rounds through the event. For now, however, Wyatt had done enough schmoozing. This event had been his much-needed escape from Covington. A reminder that outside of the small town, his name carried weight of its own respect, not because of his father or his family’s political inheritance. But now, Wyatt welcomed the distraction from the endless small talk. Which was why he motioned for her to lead the way, enjoying the refreshing chill in the air as they did step out. “Guess I needed some space too.” | @reyhansolmaz

It was like an entire weight had been lifted from her shoulders as they stepped away. Reyhan wanted to scream at the rooftops and for all of Atlanta to hear her, alas, for obvious reasons, she simply thanked Wyatt with a smile. She would probably give his hand an extra shake once they parted ways for the evening, since he seemed to have more important things to do than entertain her presence, but while he had her, she would accept his company. Gladly so.

"As if you weren't always surrounded by gorgeous women." With a slight cock of her head, Reyhan offered him a smile. She was, in no way, telling him that she didn't find herself beautiful, but the way his compliment was offered, it felt like he was trying to make her feel special... just like he probably had done to so many others before. Some, that could also be in this very room with them. As she turned around, letting the exposed skin of her back face him, Reyhan sipped on the sparkling, orange drink. "I sure hope so." Her job wouldn't be on the line if Walter Harrison didn't call, but she was sure that Colin would respect her more if the author in question did call.

Again, she drew in a breath. The red of her lipstick rested tenderly on her fleshy pout as the brunette chewed softly on the inside of her cheek, pondering whether or not she should let out the question that had been burning on her tongue. In true honesty, Reyhan didn't mind owing him one. There wasn't much that she could offer the blonde man, at least, nothing that she could think of at the moment.

As she turned around to face him, Reyhan then clinked her crystal glass against his. "I don't know what kind of debt that would mean for me, but, yes. I owe you one, Wyatt Abhrams." She told him with a nod, before motioning her head towards the balcony. "I know it's cold, but... if you don't have others to entertain, would you like to step aside with me? It's starting to feel a bit crowded for me and I need some space." Voicing her needs was something she had learned as an adult, too. Therapy had helped. It was okay to admit when things were too much for her, to ask for space, to tell people to back off. / @wyattxabhrams

[wyattxabhrams]

And just like that Wyatt fell behind her, allowing Reyhan to take the reigns from him effortlessly. He’d done this exact same thing countless times before. His role was to schmooze. To rub shoulders with the rich and powerful, gain insights and contacts. Leveraging his own powerful pedigree and vast social network, Wyatt harnessed the power that came from being a white man in the world of other white men to fill his book of contacts. From there, he would cycle through them as needed, making introductions to those that would give him something in return.

Reyhan was the odd one out in his typical exchanges. She did not have anything to offer him as readily as the men that he usually arranged introductions for. Nor had they struck a tacit bargain prior to his introduction. He was helping her with no immediate gain, which was an odd move for the likes of Wyatt Abhrams. Yet it was not one that would be purely sacrificial. After all, there was always a benefit to having an IOU with a person. A favor that could be cashed in the future.

Watching her interact with Walter Harrison, it was as if he were witnessing a completely different woman. Gone as the self-conscious and timid outsider he’d stabilized when the women they’d discussed previously gave her a hard time. He could no longer detect the anxiety or awkwardness that had radiated off her when he’d caught her merely moment ago. Instead, completely in her element, she transformed into a radiant and confident professional. One who was well versed in literature and knew how to dazzle her company with the right compliment. It helped that her words were paired with well-timed smiles. And seamlessly, she transitioned from demonstrating her extensive knowledge of his works ( which Wyatt had the misfortune of reading a few times in the past ), to offering him her services. She was a natural and she had not been lying when she said all she needed was an opening.

Taking the glass from her as she offered her card to Harrison, he could see the man was impressed ( and taken ) with the woman in his company. It was hard to beat a beauty with brains, and it seemed she’d proven herself to possess both qualities in that brief encounter. And he’d say it was because he had never spoken with her extensively in the past, but the truth was he never imagined this side of her because the few times they interacted, she always acted as if she were out of place. Like she did not know how to behave in a setting such as this. Exchanging a few parting words with Walter, he accompanied Reyhan back to one of the tables around the perimeter.

And because he was not a man who would turn down an IOU, he nodded with a slight smile. “I’m not so chivalrous as to give away introductions for free. Besides, it’s always a benefit to have someone indebted to me. Especially when it’s a gorgeous woman like yourself. Regardless of how small as the debt might be,” because a mere introduction was hardly something to blow out of proportion. “He was impressed by you. You should expect a call.”  | @reyhansolmaz

The way Wyatt carried himself was exactly how Reyhan aimed to carry herself. She could still hear her mother's voice telling her to walk into a room with the confidence of an old, white man, and while Wyatt was not old, from the little she had been able to see throughout their casual meetings and interesting conversations, he was a confident white man. It sparked something inside her... some form of desire, of craving, that burned inside her chest when he said he wasn't about to correct whoever said he was trying to make her feel special. That same burning flame streamed straight between her thighs as the blonde made a B line towards the man Reyhan had just mentioned to him.

So... this was happening, huh? She was really going to be introduced to one Walter Harrison. Well, suck on that Colin!

With her drink in hand, Reyhan followed Wyatt. Of course he knew Walter. Was there anyone the blonde didn't know? Somehow she doubted that, but, in hindsight, it would be hard to be involved with politics like he was and not know a lot of people.

Reyhan observed carefully as the duo joked around. Wally sported a friendly smile upon seeing Wyatt, his body language seemed relaxed, so she didn't think any of them were bothering him. When given the room, Rey smiled while looking from Wyatt to Walter and offering the latter a hand. "Not everyone knows how to appreciate a good narrative, I suppose." She chuckled in response to Wyatt's words, joining in on the casualty of things as she shook Walter's hand. "Reyhan Solmaz, it's a pleasure." Yes, she knew that her companion had done the honors, but it didn't hurt to repeat her name. It showed interest.

And just like that, the meek Reyhan was replaced by the professionally confident one. Most days, Rey wished she wore this confidence at all times. She mentioned one of Walter's books... one that had done poorly in sales and praised it, despite not being her favorite. Actually, if she were to be honest, Mr. Harrison was mediocre to say the least, but people liked him. He had a touch of John Green meets Nicholas Sparks, which meant he could speak to both a younger audience and more mature women, but all in all, his writing lacked originality that Outlander had, or even, Phillipa Gregory's books. Alas, she wasn't there to judge. She was there to leave an impression and to get her agency on his radar.

After the opening Wyatt had given her, Reyhan was able to set up a pace of conversation easy to follow. Sometimes lingering on the professional side, others including Wyatt and spilling some bullshit about him, like meeting him last week or something. You know, minor things that wouldn't offer him a reason to be angry at Reyhan. "...But, if you're looking for a new publishing agency, we would love to come up with an offer for you, Mr. Harrison." Rey casually handed Wyatt her glass so she could fish her business card from inside her clutch and then offered it to Walter, quickly retrieving the untouched glass from the other's grasp. She then raised her glass to a random person, who wasn't even looking at her, before taking Wyatt's arm. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I would love to meet up and discuss your work, too." She said her goodbyes and waited for Wyatt to do the same.

Once they were at a safe distance, Reyhan exhaled a breath she'd been holding in and then looked up at the man standing next to her, letting go of his arm. "Thank you." She couldn't remember the last time she felt this excited about something. Electrified, even. "Seriously, thank you. I don't know how I'm going to repay you, but... just know, I owe you one." / @wyattxabhrams

[wyattxabhrams]

It was a strategy that he kept him alive his whole life. It was what kept him from receiving pitiful looks from everyone when he walked into a room in this event. Because no one here knew of the Wyatt Abhrams of Covington. The poor little boy whose father lost the election and then fell off the wagon. The flighty son who returned to town only to discover that his father was nowhere to be found. The moment his father laid a hand on him was the day that Wyatt knew that his darkest secrets were never to be spilled to anyone. His family knew. Ryan knew. And that was it. Like hope, the secrets of Wyatt Abhrams would always remain caged away in the confines of the very box she analogized him with.

These thoughts no longer caused the stress lines on his forehead to deepen or for his otherwise polite smile to falter. Even when his mind wandered, his expression remained calm. Years of self-indoctrination that his past did not impact him and he had somehow managed to divide his body from his mind. The former obeyed him, even when the latter wandered away from his tight grasp. “Well, I’m in no rush to correct that someone.”

He nodded at the question, because Wyatt never made offers he did not intend to follow through on. He liked Reyhan, but at the same time, he could tell that she felt out of place in this setting. While he was not a typically altruistic man, he was feeling generous that night. His eyes followed hers, landing on Walter Harrison. Even before she introduced him, Wyatt knew exactly who he was. She knew him as a bestselling author of historical fiction. He knew him as the son of Reginald Harrison, the CEO of a company that he’d often promised infrastructure projects to in the Rust Belt.

As the bartender returned with their drinks, he offered her the glass. “Sure, I’ll make the intro.” Motioning for her to follow, he found his way beside Walter with the same confident and charming smile that he wore around everyone in this venue. “Wallie Harrison, it’s been a while. Last I saw you was when—New Years Eve, 2019? The Hamptons.” At his father’s place of course. “How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you on New York Times bestsellers in a while. Waiting for inspiration or have you run out of history to butcher?” The typical masculine joshing that would be expected among a crowd of powerful ( and therefore egotistical ) men aside, Wyatt motioned towards the woman in his company. “By the way, my friend, Reyhan Solmaz, huge fan. I don’t get it, but she won’t hear a word of criticism.” And he gave her the in to introduce herself, falling back as he set her up with the opportunity to speak about her work. | @reyhansolmaz

Smart. Reyhan noted with a slight twitch of her lips as her dark hues moved from his perfectly trimmed beard, lips, up to his dark-green orbs as Wyatt told her he didn't spill his secrets all at once. Smart, yes. She'd noticed this from their previous conversations and, his thought process mixed with his good looks were what kept her so amused by him. "That's a good strategy." She said, almost in a whisper, her brain finally catching up with the fact that they were standing far too dangerously close to one another. Whereas Wyatt seemed not to be bothered by it, Reyhan caught herself feeling a flush of heat on her cheeks as her throat suddenly went dry.

Hah. Was she... thirsty for him? Oh, for fuck's sake! Hopefully, he wouldn't have noticed the light change of color in her cheeks.

"Is that so?" Rey arched one brow at his follow up comment. "Careful now, someone might think you're trying to make me feel special." Which... she doubted he was, but it didn't hurt to joke about it. In fact, it even made the brunette chuckle a bit as she finally pried herself away from his immediate contact and took a step back. He was dangerous, wasn't he? The type to chew women like her up and leave them begging for more. She ought to be careful with him.

As they moved towards the car area, another question caused Reyhan to arch one brow. Was he actually offering to introduce important people to her? It made Reyhan bite softly on her bottom lip as she considered his offer. There were in fact, two authors she'd been dying to get to her agency, but they were too popular and obviously, competition was tough, but maybe, if Wyatt nudged them in the right direction, she could make this work, because Reyhan wasn't confident about many things in her life, but she sure as hell knew how to make an effort when it came to her job.

After telling Wyatt she'd be having an Aperol Spirits, Reyhan pressed her lips together again, considering his offer. "Were you serious about your offer?" She asked, giving Wyatt enough time to answer before turning towards the general direction of her target and hoping Wyatt would follow. "See the tall, blonde guy in the dark blue suit over there?" Her gaze then moved from the man, to her own blond companion. "That's Walter Harrison. He's looking for a new publishing agency, so, if it's not too much trouble for you, I'd kill for an introduction." Hell, she'd even owe him money if he wanted to. All Reyhan needed was an opening. She was confident enough to take it from there. / @wyattxabhrams

[jamesonxcarter]

“I am,” he confirmed when she correctly identified his profession and affiliation. It was probably on his bio for the podcast, but he hadn’t expected Reyhan to have looked at that or for her to have remembered it. Then again, they’d been exchanging emails and perhaps part of her job entailed looking into his background. Not that he had sought her out for her professional expertise, per se. But it didn’t hurt that the person that had expressed her opinions in such a thought-provoking manner on his podcast also happened to be an editor by trade. It just gave that much more credibility to her opinions on the work that he’d shared thus far. “It’s not that bad actually. I’ve pared down the number of classes I’m teaching his semester to work on my research. So it’s less finding the time, and more finding a moment when my students aren’t at my door.”

Orders placed, he listened closely to the few comments that she had. “Actually I have,” he said, pulling out a print out of the email that she’d sent him. He was old school in that way, preferring to mark up directly on the piece of paper than trying to do so on his laptop or a tablet. Looking down at the points she had made, he nodded as she explained that certain terms were too foreign for a lay reader. Explanatory footnotes would help but he also wondered, “would it be better for me to pull back the technical explanations? Obviously not everywhere, but at certain points. For example,” he pushed the paper towards her so that she could also read. “Maybe point four and six?”

He considered adding in a character that would be able to explain things, though he eventually opted against it. “Unfortunately, I’m not the best with weaving in a narrator of sorts. It’s obviously meant to be more storytelling, but I’ve tried a few drafts with characters like you’re talking about and it always ends up reading more like a piece of fiction rather than a vignette based work of nonfiction.” And perhaps she had a way to counterbalance his competing desires. Readability without veering too far away from academic. | @reyhansolmaz

It was funny... to think of how this whole situation had started. From simply pressing play in a Podcast episode, to meeting up with its creator, and also, reading the first few chapters of what would or could become his new book. She felt like Selena Gomez character—hmm... no, more like, Steve Martin's character in Only Murders in The Building. It often brought a light chuckle to her lips whenever she submitted a new review to his recently-posted episode. And, just like Steve Martin's character, Reyhan too, kept coming week after week for one more episode.

She found Jameson's voice soothing in a way. He had the eloquence and diction professors usually had, but he also carried some form of youth in his voice. The type she enjoyed listening to whenever talking to a group of friends from New York. Something strangely familiar and cozy. Now, as Reyhan shared a table with the man that accompanied her afternoons once a week, it was nice to put a face to the voice. It was just as soothing.

As Jameson went on to apologize, Reyhan shook her head, offering him a sweet smile in return, more than her usual polite ones for whenever her clients were late. Jameson wasn't a client yet. If anything, she was his fan, therefore, the brunette wouldn't mind it if he were. "Please, there's no need to apologize. I completely understand." She then motioned for him to take a seat, and returned to her chair, picking up the Kindle she'd been reading from and placing it in her bag so that he would have her full attention. "You're a professor at Emory, right? I'm sure it wasn't easy to find a little spot in your schedule for us to meet." Really, she understood.

From her couple of years working as a T.A. in New York colleges not as prestigious as Emory, she understood. Professors were either preparing classes, or grading papers, or being stuck on traffic... and in Reyhan's case, she didn't even have a professor's paycheck to make it all worth.

When Jameson made his choice over the pastry, Reyhan waved one of the waitresses over and placed their orders, before retuning her attention to him. "There were a few parts where I had stop reading to look up a few terms, and I wrote in the e-mail I sent you this morning, I'm not sure if you had the chance to look at, but, they are definitely worth adding a footnote about." His pacing was good. His narrative was enthralling in ways Reyhan hadn't seen in books that had sold millions around the world, but Jameson was right... sometimes, his vast knowledge over the subject, — or, should she say, his specific knowledge over it? — overpowered his balanced narrative. "I mean, I don't mind looking up terms because I'm a language nerd, but, if you're looking to get this book to a broader audience, I'd advise you to break things down a little. Maybe you can add a character that would explain the technical terms in a more straightforward way? Have you thought about anything like that?" / @jamesonxcarter

[wyattxabhrams]

He accepted the title with pride. Wyatt did not walk around gathering secrets of everyone like Tess. But he knew the more salacious ones that he suspected most in the room knew as well. They were open secrets of affairs and corruption that he, like all others in attendance, kept handy in his back pocket. Yet it gave him an opportunity to impress a beautiful woman solely because she was an outsider, not privy to the intimate details of the businesspeople, politicians, journalists, and others in the room whose bread and butter depended on this gossip. “Except I don’t spill all my secrets all at once.” He kept up with her act as he spied the gaze of one of the women directed at them. “Or to just anyone.” Tonight, he’d shared a few for free. The generosity was unbecoming of the eldest Abhrams. Maybe he was tipsy off only half a flute of champagne. Or maybe he was taken with the upward tilt of her full lips.

A safe distance established once more as they walked to the bar, his eyes swept the room briefly for her boss. A survey to see the likelihood of her being attention being required elsewhere. But Colin, as she reminded him his name was, appeared engrossed in conversation with one of the campaign managers for a state senator who’d had an unexpected landslide victory. Eventually, he’d make his rounds and catch the man for a brief exchange as well. For now, he was content with her company. “Anyone here you want me to introduce you to?” There was that generosity again. Though he would quite brazen to claim his actions were prompted purely by altruism. He either knew a majority of the people here and for the rest, he could find an in, should she take him up on the offer.

“Yeah, surprisingly, I am. Might not usually say so, but tonight, I am.” These parties were a necessary evil in his profession. Wyatt didn’t hate them, by any means. They just grew redundant after a while. The same small talk, the same joshing around, the same locker room talk. Yet these days, he found himself craving the simplicity of these very fundraisers. He sought the escape to a world he knew. One where his name elicited respect, not pity. He shook his head at the question. “I should ask you,” see as he was the one buying. | @reyhansolmaz

When Wyatt leaned in close, so did Reyhan, and, as he began speaking of the people who had tried to bully her just then, it made Reyhan realize just how close to him she was standing. She wasn't a prude of any kind, but she also wasn't used to men invading her personal space like that, without making her feel uncomfortable... which, was definitely not the case here.

There was something highly casual about the way he leaned in. One that didn't make her overthink things, and Reyhan overthought everything. Maybe it was the way he shamelessly shared gossip with her, prompting a chuckle from her red-tainted lips as her dark hues found his. His scent filled her nose as she inhaled him and, unlike it would have happened in a different scenario, it didn't make her head spin. Although inviting, there was nothing flirtatious about his actions, thus making her head not go there in the first place.

"Look at you being a true Pandora's box." She chuckled, lifting her free hand to cover her lips, making it seem like she was saying something close to Wyatt's ears without wanting others to know what it was. Her gaze was trained on one of the women they were talking about. Two could definitely play this game. As nice as Reyhan was, she had a backbone to show. "Remind me to be careful with what I tell you, then."

Meh. Not that she had anything interesting to make him use against her in the first place. For what was worth, Reyhan's life had been mostly boring.

Alas, she agreed with him. She too, was glad she had decided to come because, while the teenage attitude from the two women had been unwarranted, it was always nice to chat with Wyatt. He managed to keep her entertained in ways most couldn't, and she didn't say that easily about people. Wyatt was smart. He knew how to hold a conversation. He knew how to lure the attention to him, and Reyhan found that extremely attractive, especially since she didn't really like being the center of attention herself, but she appreciated when someone could maintain a conversation with her for over five minutes without letting any awkward silences linger. So yes, she was glad she'd come too.

"Thank you." The brunette smiled when he gently pried the flute off her hands and placed it on a passing tray, which prompted Reyhan to hold her clutch with both hands as she started walking towards the bar area. "It's been quite alright, actually. Colin is usually the life of the party, but I've managed to secure some nice connections for the company." She shared with him as they reached the bar. "What about you? Are you having a good time?" Again, she smiled, placing her clutch on the bar top, then turning to face him. "What are you having tonight, Mr. Abhrams?" / @wyattxabhrams

[ahalyaxreddy]

Maybe it was that phase of life that they were in. In their thirties, some of the people that she knew growing up were now settled down with a family of their own. Others had established themselves in their chosen career paths and were building their professional lives. Others focused completely on living their life to the fullest, enjoying each day as if they were still in their twenties. Meanwhile, Ahalya wasn’t really sure where she fell. Hence why she felt as if her life halted to a stop. She was neither personally nor professionally settled. And socially, well she had her friends in town, but her experience, her world, it consisted of a grocery store and the same hometown she grew up in. She’d seen nothing of the world beyond.

“You know a more concrete resolution,” she mused as they finally arrived at the hot chocolate stand where she immediately ordered two warm beverages for them. “I want to travel abroad at least once this year. If not abroad,” since she recognized that trips outside the country were expensive. “At least outside of Georgia.” She’d never really been anywhere else in the country. “Maybe California. Or Vegas. Or Maine. Doesn’t matter, just somewhere that’s not here.”  

As Reyhan agreed with the sentiment of working on herself, Ahalya resonated with the desire to improve her confidence. With feeling so unaccomplished, there were certainly insecurities that even she was unwilling to confront just yet. Like maybe the feelings of inadequacy when she saw Samara, her closest friend turned stranger. No, there were certain truths she preferred to be ignorant of for the time being. “Me too. 2024 will be our year of self-improvement and growth. I feel it happening for us.” Reyhan's suggestion was a good one, but Ahalya always felt it was premature. Or maybe it was that insecurity talking again. “No, truthfully I haven’t made anything in the past few years that merits getting myself an agent. I feel like I need to get back into the habit of making art before I can think about something like that.” | @reyhansolmaz

Reyhan was definitely ready to say goodbye to 2023. While it had been great to have her best friend join her here in Covington, it had also lacked a little in the romantic and in the professional department. In a way, she felt stuck. Unable to go out there and tell these folks that she deserved more. That she could do more. As Ahalya spoke, those words rang true to her. To do something for herself.

"I'm sort of in the same spot." She said with a nod, sliding her hands down her coat's pockets to keep her hands warm as they stood in line for the hot chocolate. "Wanting to work on me, to do things for myself." There were several poems in her sketch book and in her notebook just dying to be published. Maybe 2024 was the year they would see the light. "I want to work on my confidence, which, has never really been the best." Reyhan also wanted to fall in love this year, and maybe, just maybe, to be loved back. But, after saying that out loud a few times, the young publisher started growing self conscious of what people would think of it. They would probably think she was silly.

"Have you tried reaching out to an agent?" The brunette asked, moving her hands up to adjust the scarf around her throat. "Maybe that could be a good start for you." / @ahalyaxreddy

[wyattxabhrams]

Once she’d regained her balance, his hands dropped as well. He didn’t exactly recognize the two women but the men that they ended up going to, he did recognize them. With an amused smile, he leaned in closer to ensure that no one else around them could hear. “I don’t know what their beef with you is but see the man in the tux, peppered hair. He’s from California. His wife has no idea that he parades that one around in these events on the East Coast and I doubt she knows he has a whole family out in San Diego.” It wasn’t his job to collect the dirt on people, he had interns for that. But it was his job to know it like the back of his hand to use as leverage when needed.

“And the other one. She’s not supposed to be here. I heard her arguing at the front and they made an exception to get her to stop throwing a fit.” Wyatt had no horse in this race, but at the same time, the woman standing beside him was known to him and those standing a few feet away giggling were unknown. Thus, it was a given that his allegiance would lay with the soft-spoken brunette in his company. They’d met a few times in the past and while her petty rivals were forgettable, she certainly hadn’t been. Remembering her name had little to do with his impeccable recall when it came to people.

As she explained her presence, he nodded, casting a quick glance around the venue to spot her boss standing off chatting away. “I’m glad you did.” Letting his eyes linger for a few seconds past what etiquette allowed, he averted his gaze to their empty glasses. “Let me.” Taking the flute from her hand, he placed it on a passing tray, gesturing towards the bar area. “Aside from that hiccup, how has your evening been?” | @reyhansolmaz

Once Reyhan was past the teenage-like bullying that had just happened to her, she allowed herself to steady up on top of her high heels — all thanks to the gentle soul that had stopped her from falling. Her ears recognized that voice. One that she had heard one too many times during some parties and benefits her clients were participating. One that at the same time made her knees weak, but also, made alarm sounds go off in her mind.

Wyatt Abrahams was everything she had ever wanted in terms of looks, but he didn't seem to be available for her. Or, at least, that was what she would tell herself whenever she would see him out and about.

The way he spoke, although probably unintentionally, made her feel like she didn't belong there. And just like that, the same feeling of being alone in a crowded room, of being too little, less than herself, returned to her. Alas, Reyhan didn't let it show.

"Wyatt, hello." She smiled, wearing it like an armor. Like her own shield, whenever people started throwing knives at her. "Yes, I came at the request of my boss." With that, she gently pried herself from within his grasp, by taking a minor step back. "Thank you for steadying me. It seems that people leave high school, but high school doesn't leave them." Her gaze was trained on the two young women who had bumped into her and made her collapse onto Wyatt. "Would you like a refill? It'll be a way of thanking you." / @wyattxabhrams

[wyattxabhrams]

Wyatt was truthfully grateful to get out of Covington. Even if it was only to Atlanta. A man that spent more time on the road than at home, it was exhausting to be cooped up in his tiny hometown where every passerby looked at him with the same pitiful looks. Because despite being away for years, the Abhrams notoriety did not dim. Especially not with his father galivanting god only knew where. And despite trying his best to keep things under wraps, to keep the disappearance a secret, within a few months people started to notice that their former Mayor, who rarely stepped foot out of Covington, was nowhere to be found.

Tonight was a breath of fresh air, partly as it felt like he stepped back into his old life. Galas, banquets, fundraisers. This was his wheelhouse and as he weaved through the crowds, stopping to speak with the various people who he knew, Wyatt felt like he was back in his element. He might not be a detective equipped to solve the case of a disappearing father but he was a damn good consultant who knew how to schmooze up to the hosts of this event. Who knew exactly how to weave policy into small talk.

With his empty flute deposited on a tray, he was heading towards his table when another body collided with his. Gripping her shoulders to steady her ( and avoid any more mishaps given the still half full flute in her hand ), he surveyed his own clothes first. No major damage, and luckily most of the drink landed on the carpet rather than on either of them. Gaze moving up to meet hers, his lips curved up in recognition and his brow raised in surprise. “Reyhan? You, here?” | @reyhansolmaz

— SETTING: a fancy schmancy place in Atlanta ; dec 23rd — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for WYATT ABRAHAMS  | ( @wyattxabhrams )

To this day, Reyhan didn't know why people decided to make Holidays benefits all about the drinks they were serving or the food that would be in each plate they had bought, but, the money spent there tonight was going to one of many women's shelter in Atlanta and of course Reyhan felt inclined to help. Especially after hearing that her own boss was going to be there, so, to be seen in an event like this could also be helpful to her career, too.

She was wearing a red, sleeveless gown, and although she looked beautiful, she was truly feeling like a fish out of water there, as she often felt whenever she was by herself in places such as these.

The brunette had just taken her second champagne flute from one of the passing treys when she felt someone bumping into her back (more like... someone shoved her onto someone else), which flung her forwards, making the brunette collapse onto someone else's body. "What the—" As she turned around, she saw two women covering their mouths as if to hide their giggles as they looked at her, which both infuriated Reyhan and also, made her shrink.

She drew in a breath, then turning to the person she'd bumped into. "I'm sorry." She then shook her head. "I hope I didn't spill anything on you?"

[jamesonxcarter]

When he first thought of putting together a podcast, it had been a way to channel his interest into something productive. Maybe, it had been a way for him to distract himself from the way his world was breaking apart. With laser precision, he dissected details of cold cases that might otherwise have been solved with the help of modern forensic technology. If only he had been able to apply that same analysis and inspection to the relationships in his life. Maybe, his life would look different. Elora wouldn’t have landed herself in the hospital, fighting for her life. Gabi wouldn’t have ended up in the arms of another, fighting for her sanity. Work was his passion, but it was also a diversion.

Which was why he had never anticipated going for more than a few episodes. As listenership improved, the professor naturally found the exercise of researching and developing episodes more and more interesting. And reading the thoughts of those who listened was even more engaging. Like in the classroom, Jameson welcomed and enjoyed the discourse around his work. Praise and criticism alike. Which was why Reyhan’s reviews, insightful and clearly well thought out, stood out among the rest. It was also the consistency with which she left her thoughts that naturally had him anticipating what she would have to say when he dropped another episode.

It was second-nature as he casually glanced at the title of the book on her Kindle as she stood to greet him, confirming that she was the publisher that he was here to meet. “Please, feel free to call me Jameson. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. Sometimes it’s hard to get out after class. We have midterms coming up and everyone remembers all their questions only around exams.” He met her outstretched hand with a light grip. He’d never been a man with a firm handshake. “My sentiments exactly. I know I mentioned this over email already, but I really do appreciate the thought you put into reviewing my work. All the feedback really helps.”

Taking a seat across from her, he glanced at the menu briefly, deciding to try a pastry upon her recommendation. But his attention went back to Reyhan the moment she brought up the work he’d sent her. “I’m glad to hear that. I was worried that the narrative was getting lost in the technical talk. Occupational hazard because all I’ve been writing the past few years have been academic papers.” | @reyhansolmaz

As shy and introverted as Reyhan could be, one thing she was not, was shy of her opinions, especially when they could be written down. With the changing of how people consumed media, she found herself listening to more and more podcast episodes, and before she knew, she was already leaving thorough and well-thought-out reviews to her favorite podcasts, no matter how long they were.

One of her favorite genres were the true crime ones, which was how she ended up stumbling upon Jameson Carter's one. His episodical credits labeled him as an Anthropology professor, which made his intake on the things way more interesting. The more she listened, the more she couldn't stop listening, and Reyhan being Reyhan, liked coming to his podcast episodes to leave a review after doing some research on some topics she had found interesting or were in doubt of.

The perfect teacher's pet. No wonder she wasn't the most popular at school. A true nerd.

So, imagine how surprised she was when she opened her personal email one day, and there was a message from Professor Carter, himself, asking if she would be interested in reading a few chapters of his newest book. It excited her to her core, honestly and, after doing some back and forth with the email exchange, they agreed on meeting at a coffee shop in downtown Atlanta.

Once her work day was over, Reyhan made her way to the place they were supposed to meet and sat down by one of the windows. Distracted by the book she was currently reading on her Kindle, she didn't notice Jameson had arrived up until someone approached her table and she recognized the voice that was being her companion for the last few weeks. "Professor Carter?" She smiled, already standing up from her seat. "It's so nice to finally meet you." She offered her hand, and once he took it, the brunette gave it a firm shake. "Please." She motioned towards the chair across from hers, then sat down. "I haven't ordered yet, but I heard their pastries are to die for." Reyhan commented casually as she put her Kindle back inside her purse. "I read the chapters you sent me, and let me tell you... I'm hooked!" / @jamesonxcarter

[ahalyaxreddy]

Giving the other woman a tight hug, grateful to have found her seeing as the dramatic side of Ahalya worried she’d never find Reyhan in the crowd, she stumbled back a little with all the jostling. Linking her arm through the other’s to ensure one, they did not get separated by the many other residents all celebrating the New Year, and two, for heat because she hated winter most of all, Ahalya surveyed the crowd once more. She couldn’t lie that seeing everyone, many faces and families familiar to her, she fed off the excitement around them. Maybe the holiday cheer brightened her mood, or her already chipper attitude let her appreciate the positive energy radiating off everyone. Whichever it was, her own jubilee doubled. “I know I’m ready to say goodbye as well. New Year couldn’t come faster.” Checking her watch, she realized there was still some time left to go.

“You know what, let’s go get hot chocolate. I’m freezing.” Guiding them away from the center where apparently everyone decided to congregate, Ahalya thought about the question for a moment. “I have a handful big and small but mostly, I’m trying to get my entire life back in order this year. I want to find the inspiration to make my own art again. Not commissions, not portraits. Just something that is my own.” She’d lost that muse and maybe she was on the hunt to find something that would compel her to do that again. For the time being however, she was happy to just get back into commissioned work. Anything to jumpstart her creativity once more. “What about you? What are you trying to do in this New Year?” | @reyhansolmaz

Sunday brunch had been their agreement from the start, however, there were times when the two women changed things around to fit their realities for the day. Sometimes, it was lunch together at each other's houses, others, a small but nice meal at the hospital due to Ahalya's father being ill, however, no matter what, they were being together.

As the cold wind blew past her, making her cheeks hurt in return, Reyhan pulled her coat closer, also adjusting her scarf around her neck to keep herself warmer.

She looked around, searching for her friend at the spot that they'd agreed on meeting, and, upon hearing her name, Reyhan turned around, smiling at Ahalya as she waved her friend over. "Lya!" She pulled her friend to a tight hug and when she pulled away, she was almost pushed back into her friend's arms due to a passerby who bumped into her. "Oof, I can see that. I feel like everyone and their mother are ready to say goodbye to 2023."

All things considered, 2023 hadn't been the worst years so far. COuld things have been better? For sure. But Reyhan had learned not to keep complaining about things. "Do you have any New Years resolutions to share?" / @ahalyaxreddy