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[sevanshq]

SAM EVANS ABCs  ► W is for WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS

Sam’s favorite book from childhood. 

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, for the children, they mark, and the children, they know, the place where the sidewalk ends. --Shel Silverstein

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ABC’s of Blaine “Warbler” Anderson:

                            N is for Nerdy

              I am Nightbird, the Nocturnal Avenger.

[violetndhq-blog]

ALPHABET SERIES ► Z is for ZOMBIES.

Anything zombies, CeCe loves. She’s been a fan of The Walking Dead from the first episode, and you best believe that girl has had a plan for the impending apocalypse up her sleeve for years.

[slickedskin]

Mercedes Jones ABC’s ➤  A IS FOR ATLANTA

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play and we ride on dem thangs like every day. Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’, and parties don’t stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

[miakhq-blog]

ABCs of Mia Karofsky → S is for Sam

Truth be told, Mia didn’t expect to find as great of friends as she has at NDHQ, and in such a short period of time, but for her one of those friends has a special place in her heart. That person is Sam Evans. Sam has become one of Mia’s dearest friends and closest confidants during her short time with the company. He’s also become one of the first she goes to when she needs a good laugh to brighten her day. No matter what has her down or buried in her own frustrations, Sam manages to pull her out with a funny distraction or let her take a moment and just vent to him. No matter what’s going on in her head or in her world, Mia knows she can go to Sam and he will be understanding and kind. Whether it’s filming or just roaming around LA munching on all the street food truck goodies they can find, Mia enjoys every second around him and looks forward to many more laughs.

@sevanshq

[coryhqq]

CORY BERRY AESTHETIC

» b is for bas «

@smythehq

[audreyhq-blog]

Audrey met ADAM PEARSON in 2012 when she was 19, working as a receptionist at an advertising firm in Santa Barbara. They began as coworkers - Adam, a 24 year old college graduate with a BComm in Marketing, working his first “real job” as a junior associate in the firm. After clearing the relationship with HR, the two began to quietly date, and their romance became serious in mere weeks. 

They were engaged in summer of 2014 when Adam proposed in the living room of their apartment. They married in a small wedding on May 16, 2015.

The marriage and relationship had their hardships, and Adam knew how to push Audrey’s buttons. More often than not she backed down and took the blame for their issues. To this day she continues to beat herself up for not seeing the red flags - from the number of times he told her to be quiet, that she didn’t know what she was talking about, to “stand there and wait” to the look on both her mother and sister’s faces when they visited and interacted with her husband. 

In an effort to save the passion in their relationship, Audrey suggested filming themselves in the bedroom in 2016. It was Adam that posted the first video online, and they continued to be exclusive partners until early 2018.

Audrey ultimately decided to end the marriage and move away from their condo in October, 2017 despite Adam’s insistence that they could work through their problems and be happy together. Though technically separated they continued to work together on video, and it was Adam that helped Audrey film her audition video for NDHQ.

The move to Los Angeles was to finally put space between Audrey and Adam. It was an escape hatch and her acceptance of the fact that they couldn’t be in the same place anymore. Adam was still in love with Audrey and despite everything, convinced that they could work out - at least until mid-May, 2018 when he was served with papers commencing divorce proceedings. 

[greysonvaldez-blog]

GREYSON VALDEZ ABCs  ➤  A IS FOR ALCOHOL.

[hqdelila-blog]

r is for, realization.

WHO: delila mcintosh, mentions of @xkinghq

WHEN: 6/16/18. night.

WHERE: xavier’s apartment.

NOTES: as much as delila wants to leave her demons at bay, as much as she likes to ignore a certain side of her time serving, the smallest yet known trigger *fireworks sends her right on her ass. 

TRIGGERS: ptsd, mentions of gun and war, medication tw. 

WC: 901

For her first ever Pride event, Delila was ecstatic-- the whole vibe of it all, the energy-- it stood for everything she loved and to see it played out so beautifully, excitingly, it was one to remember. From working at the booth with her coworkers at the headquarters, to the ones from the club; by the end of the night she was a mess of sweat, smeared make-up, and glitter, she was ready to get her man and go the hell home. And that’s exactly what happened, to think that most of this crowd would be partying until the sun came up, you know, more power to them-- but that for sure wasn’t the kind of person De was, her body had a clock, by 10 or so PM she was ready for bed to wake up for her 5AM run, that’s just how it worked. 

With Shortcake trotting inbetween the pair, she laughed-- her sweet girl was settling in just fine, it was as if it was meant to be as cheesy as it sounded, she fit right into her life in the best possible way. 

After a long shower, *Because who the fuck thought a glitter beard was a good idea???? She was sure the apartment would have traces of gold for weeks, Delila was content doing her skincare for the night-- sitting near the window at the desk, off in her own mind. That was until it started softly, she heard them in the back of her mind--

You know, you always heard around Forth of July that her fellows struggled with the sound of fireworks, it wasn’t something she was looking forward to, but it was something she thought she was prepared for.

Key word.

Prepared.

Before she knew what she was doing, hands were shaking-- that’s when a loud popping could be heard outside, why did this happen? For months and months she fell asleep to the sound of guns, it got to the point where she could tell what kind they were just by the sound.

But as she transitioned into cilvillian life she had certain triggers, loud sounds-- crashes, they made her jump, on edge but nothing like this.

As a louder one rang out-- a scream fell her lips as she jumped, if it was another night she knew Xavier would hear her, but over the sound of his music playing she was sure he couldn’t-- it wasn’t loud but her mind worked and took her to the safest place it could, the bathroom...

She curled in the corner, her mind flashed with every sound she could hear-- hands went to her ears to try to muffle it as her eyes screwed shut.

She wanted to forget

She wasn’t there anymore.

There was no more combat, there was no more firearms, no more fucking death.

And yet that was all that played back in her mind, 

Unknowing to her, Shortcake had left her in order to run out into the kitchen-- barking loudly to get the man outside on the balcony’s attention, and it proved enough only after a moment or two. As soon as he was in and the door was closed, the dog was nudging behind his knees trying to push him in the right way before taking hold of his sweatpants between his teeth and guiding him to were their girl was.

In a moment Delila felt hands, larger-- soft, cup both her cheeks, tearing her gae from the cloudy daze they were in to settle on soft blue ones.

“Fireworks.”

It fell from her lips so softly, her voice felt scratchy as another sounded loudly from the outside sending the younger woman to tremble softly, her hands going once more to her ears.

“Medicine drawer, I need--”

She didn’t even need to finish her sentence before Xavier was reaching behind her and grabbing the desired medication bottle-- taking one and a half pills into his hands and handing them over to Delila, her taking them without water.  It was the first thing she actually fought on with her doctor, she said there was no same in a relaxer to calm her nerves when the time came, but she thought otherwise.... 

Delila felt Shortcake tuck her nose against the crook of her knee, not leaving her side even as she was scooped into the other mans arms, a soft sigh came from her lips as she felt another pair sweet over her temple, over the lids of her eyes.

“I got you baby, c’mon girl, I got you.”

And he did, being settled down in bed-- it was only seconds before a pair of noise canceling headphones were slipped over her ears, the windows were closed tightly, TV on with subtitles so she could watch as best as she could before she fell asleep.

The relaxers started to take effect not but 10 minutes later, she felt Shortcakes head over her stomach, her hand went to idly run over her back as she felt fingers through her hair-- over her shoulders; her back was against her boyfriends front in the bed, his legs over either side of her so she was truly protected.

That’s the word she tried to repeat in her mind, she was protected.

She was fine.

She was in California, not overseas, she was okay.

And she would be, once it all passed. 

[sevanshq]

SAM EVANS ABCs  ► U is for UNIVERSITY

Savannah College of Art & Design--Atlanta

[rydindirty-blog1]

ALPHABET SERIES ► A is for ALEX. word count: 1,205

SELF PARA.

Ryder bounced his leg, chewing on the nail of his right ring finger while waiting in the shady office of a rundown building in downtown Miami. He still couldn’t believe he was there, in the office of an adult film production company, but stranger things have happened. Still, he couldn’t seem to calm the nerves that were running through him, nerves due to the plain fact that he was here and because what if they didn’t like him.

This was a last resort for him, and he told himself that when he exchanged emails with one of the casting directors a couple days ago. Well this was a second to last resort, the real last resort would be to move back in with his parents and try to figure something out when it came to a job. But he was desperate, enough to actually get in his car and drive the 35 minutes it took to get from his apartment to the office building. Desperate enough to sit in his car for 10 minutes contemplating if this was actually worth it, only to give himself a quick pep talk before walking into the dingy office.

His eyes darted around the small waiting area. The receptionist had gone back to get the man he’d be meeting with, it would probably only take another couple of minutes. Just enough time for Ryder to quickly head back out the way he came and forget all of this. He was weighing his options in his head, he could go through with this, do some adult film to keep him afloat for a few months while he looked for a new job, maybe something in Tampa seeing as no firm in Miami would hire him. He could do that, or he could move back in with his parents while he looked for something. That felt more shameful than getting fired did, it would feel like a failure, and it didn’t help him make any sort of progress with the student loans he had lingering over his head. “This is your best option” He said to himself quietly before he heard two pairs of footsteps coming back to the front of the office.

The receptionist reappeared, giving him a reassuring smile before sitting back at her desk. “You must be Ryder, I’m Garret, Garret Colins, I’m the casting director here.” A man with dark features and a firm handshake said, “Let’s go back to my office,” He said before turning on his heels and encouraging Ryder to follow him.

The pair made their way back to a small cramped office with a desk that was too big, a stack of headshots on the corner of it. The man sat behind the desk and leaned back in his chair, causing the chair to squeak. “I’m not really one for small talk so I’m gonna cut right to the chase. I watched your stuff and looked over what you sent in and frankly, we’d love to have you on board with us. There’s a few forms you need to fill out.” He said, digging through the desk drawers before he pulled out a new manila folder and a stack of papers. As Ryder started to fill out basic paperwork when starting a new job like a W2, the man asked, “So do you have a stage name or something?” Ryder stopped writing for a moment, his teeth raking over his bottom lip. A stage name, that was something he should have thought of before even walking through the door. But he hadn’t. He knew most porn stars used fake

names, I mean, who named their kid Kandii Apple. He shook his head in response, “I haven’t given it much thought yet.” The guy nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “You could always use your real name, Ryder is a pretty kickass name for a porn star.” “No.” Ryder said quickly, “I’m not gonna use my real name. I just … I don’t want this ever getting back to my family,” He explained with a shrug. The guy nodded, “Yeah that’s how a lot of our stars are. Most people will make a play on words or use a middle name or something,” He offered.

In Ryder’s mind this was just another sign that he’d rushed into this, he didn’t look at everything before he made the decision, which was pretty normal for him but that was beside the point. He sat there for a minute thinking, a play on words, fuck, he was never really good at that and now he was on the spot which made him even more nervous. He took a breath before glancing around the room, he needed a stage name that wouldn’t be too hard for him to remember, something that was still believable for an actual name cause to be honest, he never really liked it when a porn star’s name was something like Ivanka Hump but then again, who was he to judge.

He glanced from the man seated before him to the paperwork in front of him. “Stage name:” read following a blank in which Ryder would write down some made up name that he would use for the rest of his, hopefully short lived, porn career. His mind felt like he was drawing a blank, like he had forgotten every name in the universe besides his own. His eyes scanned over the page one more time, reading over his name again. “First: Ryder. Middle: Alexander. Last: Lynn” He paused over his last name, Lynn. That was a thought, it would be easy to remember. But it was more of a girl name than a boy name. He brought a hand to his forehead, running his fingers back and forth over the space as he stared down at the blank one more time. Alexander, well Alex, that would be good. He could pass for an Alex. He scribbled the name down before he gave himself the chance to back out of it. Halfway there, he said to himself. A last name, something porn-y, something he’d be able to remember when he went home and realized he’d blacked out the whole time he was in this office. But something not too cheesy like Hardon.

Ryder felt his pocket buzz, letting him know he got a text from someone. He glanced up at the casting director before taking his phone out of his pocket. He didn’t even read the text, instead he looked at his phone background, a picture of a lion proudly standing on a rock. Lions, that could work. Lions represented strength and courage, two things he’d need to actually go through with this job. And it was a plus that they were his favorite animal from when he was a little kid, something he’d easily be able to remember. And Lions was a last name right? Well Lyons was. He wrote down the name and looked up at the casting director. “Alex Lyons” He said, sounding more like a question than a statement. “That’s good. Like King of the bedroom or something. We’ll figure all that stuff out. You just finish signing the papers and then we’ll talk about setting up some headshots.”

[dangerousdanii-blog1]

ALPHABET SERIES; Q IS FOR QUEENS

a list of some of dani’s queens/female icons.

( cardi b, hillary duff, lana del ray, beyonce, audrey hepburn, jennifer aniston, selena. )

[violetndhq-blog]

ALPHABET SERIES ► D is for DALLAS

[miakhq-blog]

remix me || solo

LOCATION: dance club - Lawrence, KS

TAGGING: Mia, Bryce (NPC), and Nathan (NPC)

DATE & TIME: 3/17/16; evening

SUMMARY:  ABCs of Mia Karofsky → R is for Remix (wc: 786)

WARNINGS: none

“Hey babe, can you hand me that rag there?”

Mia glanced up from her phone, then over at where the bar rag has last been placed. With a not so serious roll of her eyes, she grabbed hold of it and tossed it to the blonde behind the bar before looking back down at her phone. It would be a few more hours before the place was really alive, her shift wasn’t actually starting for another hour when the club actually opened, and without any music playing, the entire club was even more depressing than usual. Yet again the DJ was late, not that he ever seemed worth the time he showed up for anyways, but at least there was a chance for some entertainment with music playing.

When she heard footsteps heading their way, Mia looked up once again to see the familiar sight of a slightly larger man heading towards them, a scowl on his face and a bit of color on his cheeks. It also just happened to be the familiar sight of their manager heading over looking very displeased. Glancing over at the blonde behind the bar she smirked ever so slightly. “Bryce looks pretty mad and I know he isn’t coming for me ‘cause I haven’t done anything. I don’t even have to be here right now if I didn’t want to. Looks like you’re in trouble, babe.” Yet, when the man finally reached them, they both soon realized the anger wasn’t towards them at all. “So Jerome isn’t going to be in tonight, or ever again, which means that we don’t have a DJ and I don’t know how long it will be before I can actually find one to take his place.”

Before Mia could even try to offer words of sympathy, a bar rag lightly snapped against her arm. “What about Mia?” Quickly she glared back at her boyfriend who had so quickly offered up her name, practically hissing at him. “Nathan, shut up. I don’t know how to work that shit.” Suddenly she regretted those moments of curling up in bed with the man and talking about her interest in music. For all that she found attractive in him, brains or the sense for when to do as he was told were not his dominate features. No, it had to mostly be the sex that kept their relationship together. Of course, rather than listening to what she said, he simply continued on. “Sure you do babe. You’re messing with your laptop all the time making awesome playlists and weren’t you just messing around with one of them smaller things like Jerome would work up there? It sounded pretty good when you were doing it. And you’re always saying how you want to do more stuff with music.”

Dabbling in it, what he called messing around Mia had more considered to be dabbling in the idea of creating a mix or two, maybe a mashup if she found the inspiration and just that. She certainly hadn’t been planning on being put up as an offering to be the next DJ at a place that barely seemed worth the trouble to save – even for the night. Still, despite her obvious hesitation to the proposition, the man they called boss looked her up and down then shrugged.

“Sure. If you can manage it tonight then I’ll pay you what I was paying him.”

Mia thought about it for a moment before shaking her head, putting her phone down, and straightening up a little. “No. I want more than you were paying him. His music lineup was absolute shit and half of the time he wasn’t even here. I know my genres and my mixes and I actually manage to get here when my shift starts. So, I deserve better pay.” For a moment Bryce looked as though he wanted to argue, but as Mia stood firm hands crossed over her chest, the fight didn’t seem to be something worth it to him.

“Fine. I’ll pay you more. Now go talk to Tisha about getting your section covered tonight then get up there and start figuring out the equipment. We don’t have very long before these doors open and for what you’re wanting to be paid, I better be impressed.”

As he turned and walked away, Mia glanced back at her boyfriend with disbelief on her face. Sure, music was the eventual goal, but this? This was insane. Was this how someone just happened to become a DJ? Maybe tonight was going to be her first and last night spinning tracks and giving people something good to dance to and if it was, she was going to make it a blast.

[coryhqq]

CORY BERRY AESTHETIC

» h is for home «

[hqdelila-blog]

h is for, happiness.

WHO: delila mcintosh. xavier hayward @xkinghq, lots of aunts, lots of family npc.

WHEN: 6/02. mid day 

WHERE: manila philippines, her lola’s home.  

NOTES: delila sees her birth family for the first time in 17 years, lots of crying, fluff, grossness tbh.

WC: 1794

She felt like she was buzzing, but in the best way possible-- while she was tired, all she wanted to do was sleep; she and Xavier had been on a plane for 19 hours, when they checked into their hotel, the sight of the bed was far too tempting, and given that it was simply morning, a nap couldn’t hurt. There was nothing more exciting to her in the moment, jet lag was a thing but an easy cold shower was enough to wake her up, scrubbing the traveling away, she came back refreshed-- laughing as she came back to a passed out boyfriend *easily woken up hours later by a certain someone jumping on the bed, causing him to fall off. 

“Come on old man, up-- up, it’s time to meet my family, it’s time to see me cry like a baby.” 

An hour later they both were up and ready, in the car over-- her hand gripped onto the others tightly, lifting them to her lips to press her lips against his knuckles. It settled that, that the last time she was here, it was the news of her parents death that rang through her--a 7  year old girl broken, but...

But this was a do over, she no longer wanted her home to be a memory of sadness, but joy. 

Getting dropped off a block before, already she could hear the music-- she could smell the food, and it all more or less clicked in her mind, in seconds she was doing that fast walk, a run to her lola’s home-- only stopping when arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to laugh.

“Okay, okay-- here is what’s going to happen, my lola knows we’re here, she’s expecting us any minute, everyone is in the backyard, it should only be about 28-30 people, cousins, aunts, uncles, we’re doing a pig roast-- dancing, celebration.” She grinned, turning in his arms, fingers fixing the collar of his shirt. “I’m going to go in first, there is going to be a lot of screaming, a lot of hugging, you will probably be asked if you’re my husband a dozen time-- knock that look off.”

The nerves she felt before were near vanished, she wasn’t nervous-- she, with her arm looped in Xavier’s, made those final steps to the home and she actually felt tears pool in her eyes; her fingers traced the walls-- everything was the same.

“Kung hindi ito ang aking anghel na babae.” If this is not my angel girl.

The voice, that voice-- that sweet, raspy, lived in voice rang through the room and Delila made no secret to hide the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she crossed the room to her grandmother. 

“Lola...” Grandma

Her voice was soft, as if if she spoke too loudly, she’d wake from a dream, but it wasn’t one-- it wasn’t a dream as she took to her good knee so she as below the woman, taking her hand in her own and pressed it to her temple.

Pagmamano

It was more so something that children did when they were brought to their grandparents, god parents, it is a sign of respect, a blessing-- while Delila was not a child, for the first time in 17 years she was able to show her grandmother, the woman with her mother and father that raised her--- when her parents were deployed, this was the woman that took care of her, and the love that Delila had for her was very easy to see. 

Feeling the older womans hand press to her cheek, a careful thumb wiped at her tears before she was being told to stand-- the moment she did, her face was taken hold of by her lola, and Delila grinned, she grinned-- pressing her temple to hers, hands resting at her shoulders. 

“I’m home.”

The watery laugh that left her lips, the smile on her lola’s face-- Delila pulled away for a moment, keeping her hand in hers before looking over at Xavier-- her eyes softening everso slightly

“Lola, this is Xavier-- Xavier, lola.”

She felt like a child, giddy such like one-- she let her hand fall as the older man took steps toward the two, and like her, he rested at the knee and took her grandmothers hand, pressing it to his temple. Again, there were the tears-- she took a careful step back for the moment, just looking.

This man.

This man that has more or less feeding himself to the sharks, coming with her to a new place-- he spoke in broken Tagalong and her heart melted, he took respect in the traditions of her family and she wiped at her eyes as her grandmother took his face in both her hands.like she did to her motioned for him to stand and once he did, she pressed a kiss to both his cheeks. 

“Are you both ready to see everyone? This secret has been kept long enough children.”

-- only her grandma would call a 25 and near 30 year old children.

The sound that came out of her mouth was embarrassing, it was a cross of a laugh and a squeal, nodding her head as she laced her fingers with the other mans, smoothing her thumb over his knuckles. 

“We’re ready.”

After being told the older woman would introduce them, give her a few moments-- Delila took that moment to lean on her tip toes to press a soft kiss to her boyfriends lips, hand pressed against his chest as she pulled away, dimpled grin on her face “Thank you.”

She heard the music lower, heard the claps of her lola to gather attention, and for a moment she turned her face into Xavier’s shoulder, a squeal leaving her lips as the sound of ‘someone special is joining us tonight, this is a welcome home’, and Delila simply couldn’t help herself and she fast stepped it to the back door and swung it open.

Now, she wasn’t able to see much-- she heard screams, she saw faces of grown cousins, now adults-- teenagers, she saw aunts-- uncles, but it all was overshadowed as she was more or less tackled in a circle of people-- she would of fallen if an uncle wasn’t behind her. It was all so much, words were being thrown a mile a minute, but it wasn’t until her mothers sister, her closest aunt was in front of her that it stilled just for a moment. 

“Surprise?”

“You are going to give us all heart attacks, little lion.”

The old nickname fell from her lips and Delila simply threw her arms around her aunt-- pressing her lips against her cheek as she felt a gentle hand go over her long waves.

“You look as beautiful as your mother, just like her at your age.”

The words caused her eyes to soften, but her arms to tighten just a bit more,  nodding her head for a moment. 

“And the little lion brought along herself, her husband.”

Her grandmothers voice rang threw the backyard, her hand taking hold of Xavier’s in a loving way--and it was seconds, she swore seconds that the English around her changed to Tagalong, her left hand was grabbed and Delila couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that left her lips, 

“No-- not husband!!! No ring, English people, English! Boyfriend--” She pulled away from the vice grip her aunts had on her to walk over to the laughing man, kissing his shoulder quickly, “I told you they’re crazy, come on-- lets have you meet everyone pulot.”

If Delila wasn’t falling for this man before, the night sealed it all in-- most would be terrified of meeting so many family, hell she bet most wouldn’t even agree, but whenever they weren’t together, Delila catching up with cousins, her aunts taking Xavier and showing him around, she’d sneak peeks at him, as they sat around the table for dinner, it wasn’t awkward, 

Even if marriage came up more than 7 times.

As she ended the night ready to get to sleep *it was near 3 in the morning at this time, she watched as Xavier cooed at one of her cousins children, little fingers wrapped around just one of his and she smiled.

“You love him.”

Her aunt’s voice was soft as she stood next to her, resting her hand at her shoulder,Delila making the move to lean into her, not confirming, not not denying-- her smile only widening as his eyes caught hers and waved.

“Mahal ka rin niya, maliit na leon.” 

Delila just smiled, if you looked closely you could see the small nod of her head, without even thinking. Walking over, she laughed softly as siad baby was placed into her hands and she spun gently, holding the 2 year old to her chest, nose wrinkling as a chubby hand went to her nose, her hand catching it to lift them to her lips to kiss. 

This was happiness, she was full of food-- she was sure her cheeks were to be bruised in the morning on account of how much she was grabbed, but she was so happy. 

10 minutes later she walked back into the now quiet home, her Lola had gone to bed an hour ago, grandpa following suit with her; her aunt was in the guest room and that left the two of them to share her old childhood bedroom, *at least it had a bigger bed now. The jet lag finally caught up to her, she felt like she could sleep for 20 hours, so she shuffled around to find Xavier, laughing as she found him in the kitchen, fork in hand. Rolling her eyes she took the offered forkful of flan offered to her, a smile at her lips. 

“You handled today like a champ, pulot-- I’m very proud of you, I told you that they’d love you.”

Somehow her arms wrapped around him lead to a phone being taken out, A certain Legend on Spotify being streamed softly,  and they were swaying back and forth in her childhood kitchen. Long gone was her make-up from the morning, hair was thrown ontop of her head-- she laughed as she stepped onto the others feet and let him walk/waltz them around, her face tucked against the crook of his neck.

Above them, unknowing to the distracted pair her aunt and uncle, her mothers brother and sister watched the two--  “Don’t they remind you of her parents?”

“Given he’s not a stupidly smitten Scottish man, I’d say that she looks at him the same way she did him.”