Keith Logan
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![]() "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ." • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– • Sixes? Them? Well. Loose-fitted clothing made for ambiguous, boxy figures. She'd grant him that. But therein lied alluring mystery of potential curves and the bar's lighting reflected healthy silken sheen of hair. That ought to be worth another point or two. She drew in a breath, on the cusp of defending these modestly pretty strangers. "For context, I'd rate you an eight." Julia's mouth snapped shut. "Eight??" Attention spun from nameless women likely commiserating over some of life's (or love's) woes judging from their somewhat huddled-together body language to the source of her own. (Hardly. Joshua was a certified source of endless comforts and bliss. Her personal lucky charm, really.) "Tsk. Please share, sweetheart." Elbow on polished counter, mindful of freshly filled drinks, she leaned in and flicked the swoop of Josh's fringe with narrowing stare. Corners of petaled lips quirked upwards to betray her lack of offense. Silver-tongued, he wasn't quite. But he never failed to make her feel beautiful and adored. "What am I lacking? Don't tell me I get points docked for seeing my bedhead or weirder side. Not when I agreed to a lifetime of being subjected to yours." A lifetime. Forever with Joshua McKinna as her loving confidant and partner-in-mischief. Those words, in any of their iterations, always tasted pleasant on the tongue. Intoxicating as the sake they'd been recklessly tossing back when novelty of visiting timeless shrines and parks mellowed into desire for low-key relaxations for the evening, yet yielding the effervescence of golden champagne. She couldn't wait for the big day. Both because wedding preparations proved to be tiring work and because...well, it simply made sense. Shirking outdated traditions, they lived together. Had been since they graduated college. At this point, she felt as if she already possessed Joshua's last name. Their upcoming ceremony was formality. Reason to celebrate with their closest loved ones and friends while hopefully making her groom's eternally effortless composure slip at the sight of Julia in her bridal gown. "You're damn lucky." She iterated, slipping back into her personal space with good-natured clink of sake cup against his. Really, she thought, as alcohol slid with deceptive water-like smoothness down her throat, she was damn lucky. Not many girls could boast of meeting their perfect other half. Especially not so soon. Not without first experiencing tumbling brushes with love, clumsy forays into situationships bearing misleading promises of something more, or unrequited feelings. Julia had been spared of many expected romantic hardships. Fate miraculously placed Joshua squarely into her path - all clever wit and boy-next-door disarming humor in a charmingly handsome near six foot package - and he became her first...well, her first everything. The ease with which he conquered her inexperienced, although not necessarily naive heart, was nothing to be scoffed at. Seriously. It even extended outwards like ripples in a pond to conquer those in Julia's life as well. Friends promptly stamped him with their seal of approval, a rarity among girls who rightfully cautioned against one of their own falling too soon. But upon meeting Joshua, they walked away, all assured smiles and approving nods in agreement that he was a keeper. Even her family, of which she'd been a little more nerve-stricken with, weren't immune to him. Her mother was a given. Her father found his background and ambitions respectable. David, her little brother, took to him with horseplay vigor of long last being blessed with a proper sibling. And Lǎolao, the more taciturn member in the Howell household, offered to make him her pork belly specialty for his next visit. He'd effectively become one of their own. All the pieces of Julia's life fell into immaculate place and brightly glimmered. Like the faceted diamond adorning her ring finger. So, it wasn't just this spring break, surprise bucket list vacation of hers fulfilled, which put the young woman in buoyant mood. But that she was enjoying the splendors of Kyoto with him. Her lover. Best friend. A man of infinite delight. Speaking of... Their idle entertainment continued. Julia turned slightly to better survey the izakaya. Thoughtful hum emanating from her lips and lost to surrounding din while fingertips drummed along jean-clad thigh. That was when she spotted him. ![]() A perfect stranger. He tugged loose and discarded his tie while likely waiting for his order to arrive. A mundane act. She couldn't say why it caught her eye to the point of ceasing tapping rhythm. Maybe because it was laden with unintentional eroticism. She always found suits attractive on men. But there was something about the casual undoing of constraints that beckoned to some deeply innate feminine want. She also couldn't say whether the way he undid the top button of his collar and cuffs worsened this feeling. Julia's fiance found their next round in lieu of her. Distraction hadn't dulled her urge to butt heads with him. Swift to come to their defense with tutting grin. "Another failing of a man's eyes. Incredibly subtle, but they are in fact wearing makeup. See? Right there. Little flick of winged liner. Their laughter is cute too - solid 8.5s all around." Unfortunately, her gaze was just as swift to again flick towards the solely-inhabited table. Its occupant now leaned back in his seat with lackadaisical air, indulging in his first long gulp of a refreshing highball. She watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed. The breadth of his lap like an inviting perch. ![]() "Huh?" "Look at you." Pleasant drunken haze gave way to unpleasant stomach lurch when she noticed Joshua regarding her as she was regarding...not him. Julia squirmed like a child caught misbehaving. Flush, already stubbornly clinging to her countenance from that evening's spirits, deepened. It threatened to seep down her neck to bared shoulders. "Go on then. Be honest. I can see it in your eyes, so don't you dare lie to me." Joshua didn't bristle with jealousy. Just as she never did. So implicitly unshakeable their trust and commitment to one another was. Gaze cool and observant beneath a veneer of calm amusement. It reminded her of when they met, many years ago now, beneath strung fairy lights in a basement party in which he approached Julia standing off to the side and teasingly speculated she had been dragged there against her will. He'd been right then and he'd been right now. Damned if she'd ever admit it. Besides, it didn't mean anything. She only had eyes for him. "Your drunken eyes deceive you. A seven, maybe." She said with cavalier shrugging dismissal. Julia straightened so that her back was to the unknown gentleman and flicked light caramel waves over her shoulder. "I think you clean up nicer in a suit." Julia seized the carafe and took to refilling his glass, light gaze flitting up to Joshua's as she added on silkily, "Though I think a suit comes off you even nicer." • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– •
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![]() "𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛; 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑦." • ————– • 𔓘 • ————– • "Eight??" "Tsk. Please share, sweetheart." "What am I lacking? Don't tell me I get points docked for seeing my bedhead or weirder side. Not when I agreed to a lifetime of being subjected to yours." "I don't know. But I won't be able to tolerate you trying to rub it in my face by reminding me that 'I gave you a 10 on this day'. We both know you have every inclination to be doing that some time down the road." "Also for the record, you love my bedhead and weirdo-ness. Someone said 'You're cute', citing Julia Howell (2010), that first time we shared a bed, if you so need a reminder." He was referring to more than a decade ago, when they were sixteen and still in their early honeymoon days, the time in their lives when they were still trigger happy at buttering up each other with immoderate compliments - not that they weren't as much in love as they used to, but gone were the days that they whispered cringeworthy lovey-dovey stuff to each others' ears. It was an opportunistic slumber party of one of their classmates that the both of them got invited to, of which their clueless parents agreed to because it sounded like a harmless group gathering to them. It seemed like a rather ordinary memory in the grand scheme of things. But somehow, it stuck with him, because it meant a great deal to be called cute by one's crush at such a tender age. He had made sure to Joshua pushed forth his replies with absolute calmness. His trademark confidence, shining through. He had an unfair amount of charm that would make even the most arrogant of statements seem cool and suave, if only they were uttered through his quick witted lips. "That's why you chose to marry me." "You're damn lucky." Of course she would say that. They had come a long way. It wasn't the first time Julia tried to 'defend her honour' and attempt to dismiss and take an opportunistic jab at Joshua, more often than she showered him with words of affection these days, whilst they were made in unspoken jest that the both of them naturally understood. Such was the chemistry that they shared, a classic exemplification of the level of comfort that they had found themselves nestled in each others' cradle; comfortable enough to not take offense at each other, comfortable enough to know that every verbal punch that they threw at each other would not be taken with offense. In similar fashion, he wasn't the slightest bit perturbed when he caught her latching her eyes on a certain man in a familiar way that he had been all too used to himself. It did feel low-key surreal that that gaze wasn't meant for him in that particular instance, as he was literally watching that expression that was typically reserved for him, from the sidelines. The first time she stole a glance, Joshua found it easy to dismiss it as a happenstance - because whose eyes wouldn't be naturally drawn to beauty's beckoning? The second time she casted the surreptitious peek that however, Joshua could no longer resist not calling her out - it was yet another one of those instances in which she was literally begging for him to tease her hard for it. Because a flustered Julia was one of the cutest things in the world that Joshua could never get enough of. He was going to embarrass her till his heart's content for it. "Go on then. Be honest. I can see it in your eyes, so don't you dare lie to me." "Your drunken eyes deceive you. A seven, maybe." Joshua actually snorted out the shot that he was taking mid-way as he listened to her judgement. He didn't even know why his reaction was that tad too dramatic, which had him broke into a second's uncharacteristic flinch. But it happened. And the sake burned his nostrils a bit, of which, he soldiered on the pain in silence. He was however, quick to regain that default dreamy, collected demeanour of his. ![]() "You don't even ogle at me like that these days. Insinuating that I'm a five or six right there?" There wasn't even a pout on his face, as if he already knew her answer in quiet confidence. "I think you clean up nicer in a suit." "Though I think a suit comes off you even nicer." "Mmh hmm. Is this damage control you're playing at?" Again, he pressed on with the very casual teasing with the calmest of smiles. Not that he wasn't already assured. But when Julia redirected her attention back to him, undivided, the man was placed at incredible ease - Julia always knew how to say, what to say the right things, at the right time. She refilled his glass with another serving of concoction that would coax his mind into conveying a certain curiosity that surged into his consciousness out of the blue. It wasn't uncommon however, for the lovebirds to be engaged in philosophical debates and exploring hypotheticals after intoxicating their minds toward a state of disinhibition. "Munchkin." Joshua returned the favour by refilling her glass on her behalf this time. "Have you ever once wondered what it might feel like to at least be able to date another person?" "Like, do you ever feel like you may be missing out on gaining a different and fuller perspective of what relationships entail?" Joshua paused, his eyes then glanced over to the very man that managed to draw Julia's innate urge to give him a second look. His eyes were hazy, but coloured in muffled intrigue. "Say, I never existed in your life. And you are here solo, on a business trip." "You're lonely, emotionally needy as we both know, in a foreign land. And you see that man right over there." "Is there a possibility that you'll tell yourself 'fuck it', and approach him just to see how the night may unfold?" • ————– • 𔓘 • ————– • |
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![]() "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ." • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– • Oh. How the slightest curve to his expression could wreak the mightiest havoc to her pulse. She had once been utterly helpless to the charm of Joshua's smiles, often understated and reserved in nature. They beckoned to her inner coquette. That impish itch to see what might make his poker-faced composure shift in the slightest. However, love's initial magical high was not designed to last forever. Firework-esque attraction settled into adoring modest bursts of their everyday. Eventually he learned Julia's ways and how best to counter or indulge them accordingly. Just as those casually alluring smiles didn't always inspire frenzied butterflies. That wasn't to say dashing colors of their romance petered out into monotonous greys. Far from it. His charm hooked her still. Joshua's unconvinced hum brought flickering reminder to the bride-to-be's mind just how delicious its vibration felt when muffled against her flushed skin. Often at the helm of coaxing naked honesty to spill from Julia's mouth readily as it'd seep from her body. Handsome expression made her want to meet his quirking pout with conciliatory peck that'd inevitably spiral from chaste softness to a pressing heat... If only they weren't in public. Instead, his mindful fiancee resigned herself to the covetous delight of palm squeezing his knee while leaning in for refills. Playful banter continuoued effortlessly with their pleasant buzz. "Damage control would be me calling you a certified 11." Of which, he was. Joshua McKinna was leagues above any other man. Whether in the realm of physical, mental, or emotional. A passing glance was nothing more than fleeting fancy. Careless error on a spoiled, contented woman's part. Attractive people may draw the eye for brief moment, but only one person was capable of residing in the spotlit focus of her softened enamor forevermore. Him. The only one for Julia. Obvious even then. Under the mystical sway of libation indulgences, the izakaya's edges began to soften into distant, dreamy blur. The considerate din of fellow patrons quieting as well. Only the center of her universe at present remained unaffected. Mostly. Drunkenness had a way of gentling his profile too. No...gentle wasn't quite apt here, was it? Ambient bar lighting cast delicate halo upon Joshua. Shadows rending his edges indistinguishable. And for fleeting, surprising instant, Julia found his mood and thoughts unreachable. Despite their many years together. Despite being so close their limbs occasionally brushed. "Munchkin." Julia blinked. Taken aback by her inability to recall when exactly she had perched her chin on curled hands to peer over at him in admiration or when she had drained that ?-nth glass of sake. The latter of which he remedied. "Have you ever once wondered what it might feel like to at least be able to date another person?" She sat up a bit straighter now. Joshua's question almost had a sobering effect. At the very least, made her heart perform somersault amid syrupy thick sake-induced dull comforts. "What?" She asked, quiet. Too quiet. "Like, do you ever feel like you may be missing out on gaining a different and fuller perspective of what relationships entail?" She needn't follow the trajectory of his speculative gaze to know where it settled. Her own did not follow. As if doing so would inspire some illicit admission. So instead Julia observed the bartender putting finishing touches on a perfectly-carved ice sphere for a customer. It spun in the cocktail glass, much like her thoughts, as he artfully poured an amber liquor. Presumably whiskey. "Mr. McKinna. This better not be your way of subtly hinting at cold feet." Unlikely. Even the wry-touched arc of her grin said so. Julia assured herself this was just another of their countless hypothetical what-ifs? The couple so enjoyed contemplating them. What if we met much earlier as young children - would we be childhood sweethearts or oblivious youths in denial? What if I didn't make a fool of myself that night and blurt out that you were cute? Would you still love me if I were a worm? And now - what if they hadn't met at all? She wasn't sure what to make of it. Yet, she closed her eyes as Joshua ventured further down this road. Searching fingers blindly connected with cup and she lifted it to her lips. Julia tried to envision this alternate timeline. Trip abroad, not with the love of her life, but on her own as a woman at the perfect crossroads of youthful beauty and seasoned maturity. One where a potentially enticing rendezvous lay before her like ripe fruit for the plucking. Aside from cracking open lids to flutter him a glare for that "emotionally needy" quip, she found herself responding considerately. "Honestly? ...I'm not sure. Even in a world without having crossed paths with you, putting aside how achingly tragic that would be," never remiss for chance to flirt, "you know well I'm not exactly uh...the suavest at approaching men." Gentle features crinkled slightly in opposition to her dismissive shrug. She stared into the empty cup dangling betwixt her fingers as if it could deliver something better. It took his approach to set their romance into proper motion. Sure, Julia was almost a shamelessly smooth flirt now. But that was a facet of herself born of their time together. With him. Comforting assurances and confidence Joshua effortlessly carved from the humble gemstone of a young lady. Maybe not too dissimilar to how that crystalline ice yielded to the bartender's influence. Even with liquid courage flowing through her veins in inebriating glory, she doubted herself capable of more than slyly admiring a beautiful stranger from afar. Julia ran her tongue along the sharps of her teeth and set the glass down. Cheek propped lazily along palm, she regarded him, askance. She posed in counter, "What about you? Would you approach another girl?" He could. Easily. No question. The charm he possessed wasn't something she could fault him for. Though it left a peculiarly sour taste in her mouth. The tension of this wildly imaginative hypothetical, and bitterness, would dissolve. Julia sighed softly and her expression loosened. "Either way, I'm glad you were my first." And only, silently implied. "Imagine having to endure the awkward pains of getting a leg cramp while on top of a total stranger instead of a sweetly nurturing boyfriend. Yikes." She referred, of course, to one of their fledgling sexual encounters. Back when they were discovering themselves, their likes, "Another?" ...Now she wished to perish herself as the bartender checked on them. Julia hoped his English was limited enough to miss that. She deferred to Joshua for the decision, whether they remain on the path of idle recklessness or wisely considered calling it a night. When he turned away, she hummed. "A bit of consideration behind this though. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were encouraging to send me into the arms of another man." Then she laughed. Short but brightly polished. Because it was a ridiculous notion really. What man, especially one to be married, would want to even entertain the imagery? • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– •
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![]() "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ." • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– • "God. Am I even making sense right now?" He was. But this was where the couple with their enviable simpatico, diverged onto different thought paths. Joshua, in his laid-back complacency, did not resign himself to remaining complacent. Accomplishments, of both professional and personal variety, accumulated as well-earned notches on his belt. Yet the gears in this head spun with regular clockwork wonder. He dreamed of more. Of better. Even when cards were dealt into idealistic place, the man couldn't help wanting reshuffle the deck. Just to see what other opportunities lie in wait. "Doesn't matter how amazing Joshua or Julia 2.0 could be, just by rewriting our romantic history casts countless probabilities into the infinite pool that somehow had our stars align. Destiny could do a 180°. We could somehow pass one another by. Or we could have settled with another." Whereas his future bride was satisfied with who they were. How they were. Could things be better? Certainly. Everyone had room for improvement, even the woefully blessed. People were not meant to be stagnant. Life was an endless source for discovery, for learning, for growth. Maybe additional experiences would shape into well-honed, wizened lovers. Maybe not. He was already an adoring man beyond imagination. She couldn't be happier. Julia was keen to hold rather than give up her cards. For her, their blissful fate had already been generous, precious enough, too precious really, to risk allowing whispers of curiosity untangle its course. And she'd argue more. If only his arguments weren't disarmingly convincing. If only he didn't assail her senses with abundant affection. As if she were the center of his universe. Onlookers be damned. Honestly, she couldn't be bothered to care about any of them either. Even as Julia had let out a girlish gasp turned squeak when he usurped her entire being, there was only glittering amusement. Surrender. Arms reflexively twined around his neck. She melted into the warmth of Joshua's intimate embrace. Melted under the sweet heat of husked adorations as only a besotted woman could. Drunk not from the sake but from all that fell from those soft, indulgent lips. Yet his docile fiancee possessed a willfulness. She survived his sensual possessive retaliations with delightful squirm and bubbling laugh, before utilizing the cushioned lean of her embrace and artful sweep of fingers along the fine hairs of Joshua's nape to coax, "You make me sound heaven-sent. So then, what's the catch? You still want-" "If I do approach another girl, she has to be an exact replica of you. Cause you're perfect for me." That impossibly darling man. The depths of his eyes held hers with steady assurance. Glib retort not forthcoming. Julia kissed him. Alcohol tainted their breaths, but beneath was that familiarly endearing taste of him. She shuddered. It was easy to lose herself in him. Too easy. Lest their fairly intimate coil turn insistent, she parted with a final peck and tender jawline caress. Sense enough invaded buzzing thoughts to playfully thwack Joshua's chest and roll eyes heavenward at his impeccable dig. She set herself up, huh. Sardonic indulgence was but another facet of their love language. "Uh-huh, I suppose you trained me well." Their shared sense of humor formed an invaluable thread in the safe netting of their relationship. Not just blithe banter simply because he liked seeing her smile and vice versa, but for its way of taking the edge off the stressful or unpleasant. Or for example, right then, when it made for ginger-light approach to unfamiliar waters. That was why, Julia was positive his soft laughter would join hers. And thus, give assurance that this illicit hypothetical would fade well before their tipsiness subsided. However- "Maybe I was." -Joshua was skilled at keeping her on her toes. Heartbeat withheld in that monumental pause as she doubted her ears. But he seemed too considerate. Too contemplative. "Whatever happens, we can trust each other, right?" "I do..." She said slowly. Not drunk enough for lost irony, that these words would form their very vows in future before loved ones and friends as they'd pledge a lifetime to one another. In loving mirror to his soothe, she caressed his fringe, letting dollish fingertips skirt down the fine curvature of his face. "You're my love. My home. My safe harbor. At the end of the day, your arms are where I truly belong." Julia's chest swelled with an inhale, strange ache mingling with something untoward. Fear and... anticipation? His gaze held hers, steady, but she asked incredulously. "Joshua, darling, you hear yourself right now? You're fine with sharing my body, so long as it isn't my heart?" Tortuous pause as the balanced scales of their love shifted with an unknown addition. She watched his conflict play out. She would readily rescind this entire discussion if he gave the scantest hint of unease. "Hand me your ring, Julia." "Let tonight be a reminder of just how desirable of a woman you still are, and how god damn lucky I am to have you." Joshua - her soul mate and eternal cheerleader. He bolstered. He soothed. In manner achingly similar to the past. Back then, it was when Julia had awoken in cold sweat with misguided belief she had failed a final. He had tugged her to him, letting intimate silence and assurances that though unlikely, a GPA drop wasn't life-ending settle around her in warm, cocooned comfort. And now...now he sought to assure her that a desirous man was naturally at her beckoning. If only she'd allow. "I think," she began with faint amusement that was perhaps too tellingly breathless, "that is mostly in your head. You can't speak for every man. He looks tired. Gives off the vibe of wanting to drink alone." Unconvincing even to herself. Regardless. The seed had already been sown into a receptive mind. His burgeoning curiosities. Her innate desire to indulge. Only the passage of time would reveal what might become of this seed. Whether it would nourish the couple or sow irreparable cracks into their once solid foundation. ![]() Self-consciousness. Shame. The red hot embers of...something she didn't dare name. "Go for it, Julia, before the window closes once we tie the knot. Or if I decide to change my mind much sooner for that matter." One last encouragement from the man at her side. Fluttering affection. Decisive blow against voice of reason. Her eyes fluttered shut and she uselessly prayed Joshua somehow couldn't sense how wildly her pulse raced. He likely could. Judging from the way his mouth lingered in pleased arc along her temple. "… or have you disappointingly lost your game?" She scoffed. "My game only works on poor susceptible guys like you. But...should we see anyway?" There it was. The thread of assurance that even as they faced these uncharted waters, they would inevitably remain themselves. Wholly united. Julia caressed his cheek before signifying she wished to slide off his lap and ordering one highball and one water. "You'll stick around, right? Keep an eye on me? Just in case." She folded her arms along the counter's ledge while waiting. "Just a drink and a word though." She gave her conditions with surety. Enough to dabble in the potential high of discovering she had not lost a certain je ne sais quois with the opposite sex after becoming solely absorbed with Joshua for the better part of their young adulthoods. "Also," she directed her gaze away from drink preparations to hold his, "the ring stays on." Of this she would be most adamant. "Becoming your wife is not something I'm okay with shedding at will," soft brown eyes curved in wry manner, "even should I do something decidedly uh...hypocritical of that. Besides, there's no way he didn't catch that we're already together. All because someone just can't keep their hands to themselves." She made a show of tut-tutting Joshua while touching up her lip tint, knowing she wasn't much better. Beneath the veneer of familiar jest and crafted composure, Julia thrummed with nervousness. With excitement. The likes of which she had admittedly...not felt in quite a while. He was right. Even should this encounter turn into graceless fumble, at least it could be something the couple could look back on and laugh. Two new glasses slid their way. With a snap, Julia shut her mirrored compact and stowed cosmetic belongings back into her travel clutch. "How do I look?" Ironic perhaps, how she turned to Joshua while seeking his approval. God... Was she really doing this? Yep. She was doing this. Drinks in hand, Julia made her way towards handsome stranger's table. Delicate shifts and turns of her body to scooch past the pair of friends taking their departure, emphasizing how well pink sweater and jeans clung to her curves. "Hi." She greeted with what was hopefully a friendly smile not at all tampered by anxious energy. "Long day, huh." She gestured with flicking glance towards his discarded tie. Wow. An opener for the ages. She was due to be married soon, approaching a guy shouldn't be this hard. Geez... It wasn't. She was just in her own head. Julia loosed a breath and extended the highball in offering. "I mean, let me join you for a drink and help you forget about it?" Wait. What if she was bothering some precious, needed solitude. "Or you just take the drink, and I leave you in peace." If the gentleman hadn't taken the glass, both now prickling her palms with cold condensation, she'd set it down and brush some soft layered strands from her shoulder. "But, if you'd be willing to humor me for at least a minute or two, I'd be super grateful." Mainly her pride. If she had to turn tail now, she'd never live it down. • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– •
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![]() "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ." • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– • "It has been. But Japan has a way of keeping a man constantly invigorated, so I feel like I can actually keep on going through the night if a need calls for." Uh-oh. She was not prepared for that. The stranger's laid-back allure ultimately drew Julia to his side like wayward sailor to siren. And his voice, a siren's call, beckoned her to drown in his depths. Rich. Exotic. Sophisticated. It harkened back to cozy, lazy nights spent with Joshua upon the couch in tangled cuddle whilst some show they may or may not have been only marginally attentive to played in the background. She tended to perk up whenever man or woman with a British accent emerged however, drawn to that foreign flavor and elegance. The couple attempted to mimic those charms. Rather poorly, in fault of deeply embedded American inflections, and usually to defeated fits of giggles. "And doubly so when an eye candy as fine as yourself steps up." God help her. If this gentleman dared to call Julia "love" or any other of those adorably common endearments with a face and body like his, she was sure to melt into a puddle. At least the ice had been broken. And so far, he had been receptive to the woman's indelicate intrusion. It shouldn't have been truly surprising given she'd have to be blind or willfully ignorant to fail in noticing the frequency and lingering duration of his stares when at the bar. Still, not being cast away with withering glare shot a boost of confidence into Julia. Being complimented by a fine stranger doubly so. There was a reminiscent echo of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Amplified by brand-new thrills. She beamed prettily at him. Although she continued toeing the line of considerate and coy to truly bait a shared interest from him. Thankfully, he bit. "I will accept this drink, on the condition that you are going to stay quite a bit longer than a minute or two - unless, you're in some hurry? You've kickstarted a promise of an entertaining night to come, it'd be a shame to end the start of the weekend with an anti-climax. Please, take a seat." He bit with greater responsiveness than anticipated. It was as if he had usurped their roles of pursuer and pursued and turned them asunder. Once again, likening to him a male siren in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if he had been the one surreptitiously setting forth bait for her pursuit all along. That hadn't put Julia off. Far from it. She found herself relieved for the intrusion turned firm-welcomed invite. She found herself unequivocally intrigued by the gentleman and his ability to not mince words even as he cut through Julia's clumsy decorum. Admirable trait. Maybe even a turn-on. "No, no real hurry. Especially not now." Nude mauve lips curved into saccharine indulgence as she slid through narrow gap of two tables to take the place at his side. Their thighs inadvertently bumped as Julia situated herself and with faint prickle of conscious heat, she scooched down the booth an iota and crossed her legs elegantly. Regarding the vacant seat across, she pondered whether that would've been a more reasonable. Safer. For all involved. Because currently... They openly faced towards Joshua. She swallowed to loosen a knot of guilt, clambering up her throat with dry-scratch insistence. Trust. Julia reminded. We trust in ourselves and in one another unfailingly. She was here with not just her fiancee's blessings, but insistence to live a little. There was no deception taking place. No reason to hide. Theodore. She at last had a proper name to Mr. Siren. "Julia." She offered hers in turn, along with delicately extended hand to shake. Slender fingers were bereft of jewelry, but he naturally latched onto the cool gleam of the generous round-cut diamond, haloed by miniature gems, upon her opposite with blunt eagle-eyed attention. "Is this some sort of truth or dare going on between you and your... fiancé?" ![]() "Hmm. Close, but not quite." While Theodore had been swift to cut through coy tension to get to the core of Julia's straying presence, she let it linger a beat while taking a drink. Movements purposeful and measured in how she guided the straw to her lips and lowered her lashes in relish. Though it was his voice, low and smooth, like the alcohol served here, that she enjoyed most of all. Setting the glass down, she'd divulge. "I am here on vacation with my darling fiancé." She paused, noting Joshua's turned posture as if determined to allow his lover some privacy sans spying, but perhaps compelled to check on her just the same, and offered him fluttering, amused wave. "A little fun before we tie the knot officially. Because of my work, our honeymoon will be a bit delayed. So this is a premature, happy compromise for us." Rather than shrink away in shame at Theodore's call-out, the brunette lit up from within. Brimming with a joie de vivre that eked past shyer defenses. Glowing mirth that could only come from someone headily in love. When light gaze and her attention swung to Theodore, that adoring glow softened into fade. In its place, the intrigue of curious moth fluttering towards flame. He was straightforward. Casually confident. And profoundly masculine, from both mannerisms to the rolling wafts of body heat sensed from the space between him and her. Dangers posed to Julia's reserved sensitivities in any other circumstance, but at present...those dangers proved undeniably enticing. She was only playing with fire in a controlled setting. Julia tried to recall gestures and words, clumsy or not, that made Joshua swoon all those years ago. She had found his drunken blush endearing then, especially when paired with cool banter. She had laid gentle touch to his arm and whispered that he was cute into his ear. She did not think she could be that brazen, or youthfully innocent, in the here and now. But she could... "I am so incredibly lucky to have found him... But, can I let you in on a secret, Theo? And promise you won't laugh?" Harmless amusement reflected in the lighter glimmers of her irises, assuring she would take no offense whether he did or didn't. Julia braced against the plush back booth cushion and angled her body. Close. Overly close, without directly touching him. Instead, floral notes of gardenia mingled with sunlight, further warmed by eventful day of touring permeated his vicinity, dancing along with the musk of his own fragrance. Along with Julia's caressing whisper. "I've never been with anyone else." She slowly withdrew into her space and lowered cupped hand while holding his gaze. Faint nod and smile reaffirmed the admission. "And so, we fell into this..." She gestured vaguely. "Debate of sorts. On whether I'm capable of even approaching another handsome gent or if long since settling into the throes of blessed monogamy has dulled me beyond hope. So that is why," she had still been somewhat angled towards Theodore, now sliding her glass over to clink against his in amicable cheers, "I'm immensely grateful to you, my experimental companion, for at least entertaining me with some conversation tonight." Conversation. The furtive word lay feeble barrier for what this encounter was. All that it'd likely amount to. Julia was genuinely pleased with at least this much. Enough to ticklishly assure her place as a beguiling woman outside of a man obliged to look upon her with eternal love-roseate glasses, perhaps enough to even lurk in the back of mind illicitly as what-if fantasy. The finer jagged details of what her and Joshua spoke of remained artfully concealed. The gentleman none the wiser. She rested elbow upon table and cheek upon curled palm. She wordlessly reached for his discarded tie. Julia languidly played with the soft, dark fabric. Sliding it around her fingers, letting some of its length drape in contrast along the soft ivory flash of revealed wrist, while plying Theodore with idle chatter. "I've shared something of myself. Isn't it only fair that you share something about you? For instance, I presume business brings you to Kyoto. Is it only temporary?" • ——– • 𔓘 • ——– •
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