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‘Soph, Leo left his wallet at home again. I’m in a lunch meeting and then unavailable until 5. Please get it and meet him in central park to give it to him ASAP. Thanks‘

Damnit. She’d had finally relaxed into her pre-lunch slump. When Oliver wasn’t here and didn’t need her around, Sophie was essentially free to do as she wished as long as all the things on the checklist (and everything Oliver added through the day) were done in an orderly fashion. So, she’d cleared an hour and a half to head to Baltazar and have a nice lunch by herself. But no. Of course no. 

‘Gotcha. I’ll figure it out’

This is why you can’t have nice things, Sophie.

Getting an Uber was gonna be hell, so armed with her airpods and her favorite micro-economics podcast, her metro card and her will to have lunch after this encounter, she made her way to the subway and all the way to Oliver’s house, retrieving the missed wallet and then texting Leo to make sure they were Ok on their meeting place. They’d spoken before, so she had his name on her phone.

‘Hi, It’s Sophie here. Does the central park corner of 5th and 59th work for you? I’ve got your wallet’

Maybe she could get lunch at the Plaza if she made it on time. 

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 Leo cursed up a storm this morning when he realized before he was to leave his house that his wallet was missing. He searched high and low. And got himself into little spat with his wife about his negligence. She wasn’t wrong, however, this would be the third time this month that he misplaced it. If Leo hadn’t been drinking to wipe away some memories, he’d wonder where his own head had been at. He contacted Oliver as his place was the last place he was sure that he had it at. And because of his friend’s importance Leo had to work with his assistant.

‘Hi, Sophie, that works. Be there in 10.’ 

He texted back, real simple, as if he wasn’t much a text-er. Well, at least he liked to keep that impression up. Why he had to prove it to someone who was an acquaintance was beyond him. He had never met Oliver’s personal assistant. And hell before Oliver, Leo never knew someone who even had an assistant. 

He had to rearrange his whole morning since without his wallet, he wouldn’t be able to just go about his day normally. Sure, his wife armed him with a card to their joint bank account, but he couldn’t risk having her see just where he was making charges. 

Leo was right where he said he’d be ten minutes later. He immediately claimed a space near the fountain to keep away from foot traffic. He looked around, purposely people watching till hopefully he’d make eye contact with someone who was looking for him. But with this being Central Park, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. He pulled out his phone to text her again, before resuming his surveillance. 

‘At the fountain. Red puffer coat.’

He bit his lip and continued to look around. He wasn’t fond of feeling this way, counting on some stranger.