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paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

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“oh, yeah no. i think i’m good. probably should have gotten fried pickles though, i hear they’re good. but i can’t imagine how a fried pickle is actually good.” paris replied and snorted softly. though as nathalie mentioned setting her up, paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “i’ll just give her a big tip and leave my number on the receipt.” she replied and laughed softly. she grabbed her soda that had been brought to her moments ago and took a long sip before knitting her brows in nathalie’s direction. “why do you think i’ve got something else on my mind?”

Nathalie nearly gagged at the idea. “Fried pickles… there are some things about America I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Honestly, I’d take haggis over that bollocks,” she noted around a chuckle. “Classy. Just hope she doesn’t spill anything on it.” Hearing Paris’s question, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute—“ another glance over her shoulder confirmed as much, “But you do realize that a large part of my job is figuring out when people are lying, yes? Sure she’s a distraction, she’s just not enough of one to have you staring off into space for five minutes.” Nat sipped from her coffee easily, waiting for Paris to protest her assessment.

Nathalie was partial to three things: her dog, her job, and food. All three she made a point to devote time to and that was how she found herself sitting in Mama Rosa’s. She practically leapt at every opportunity to eat there, in spite of all the havoc she knew the greasy food was wreaking on her heart. Still, the flavor made it worth it, even when her dining partner might as well have been nonexistent. Her mind was elsewhere, that much was clear. To the point where Nat found herself surprised that the other even realized she had been speaking. She turned to glance at the waitress in question, eyes momentarily appraising —nice, but not enough of a distraction— before returning to Paris. “I was saying that I meant to add something to my order and asked if you wanted me to get you anything,” she repeated, cocking a brow. “Though perhaps you’d prefer something that’s not on the menu. I’m sure I can set you two up… unless there was something else on your mind?”

well, someone knew – and someone clearly wanted to see what happened on camera between her and ezra and paris hadn’t once ever been scared that something could leak but the only way that it could was if they got through ezra first, right? unless ezra himself wanted to leak it – but paris didn’t think that he was that sort of guy. and then river texted her, so of course her mind was in overdrive and she was a little nervous something shitty could go down. it wasn’t like people hadn’t seen her fucking on camera before, for years in her youth she was making shitty porn movies under an alias, but this was different. this was something that was supposed to be private and she hoped that it’d remain that way. lost in her thoughts at mama rosa’s with her company she brought along for lunch, paris was zoned out and only came to when she heard them calling her name. “sorry, i didn’t get any of that. i was checking out the hot waitress behind the counter.” she said quickly, a lie, but who cared. “so what did you say?”