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Feb 13 2018, 12:05 AM
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Nadia was fine! She was! She had only had one glass... or was it two? Maybe three if you counted the first one... of something, she had forgotten quite what it was. She knew Stephen wouldn't notice, she was a wonderful actress, of course! She knew she shouldn't have done it, but not drinking was remarkably <i>hard</i> and she'd just thought it would calm her nerves. After all, having to go on a date where she couldn't drink seemed like a lot, and frankly, what if he didn't like her company when she was a sober, slightly anxious mess? What if he just didn't like her sober at all? She knew he had been helping her very patiently, but that hardly meant talking about anything important when it mostly revolved around the fact she drank too much. On a date she had to make actual conversation, and she had to do so without a safety net. No one could fault anything she said when she drank, because after all, she was just drunk! Now, what came out of her mouth was simply who she was, and she'd never particularly been fond of that. <p>
She felt better now that she'd had something to drink, a relief had spread through her. She'd had another one because it had felt so good, and then a third once she'd realised Stephen was going to be upset with her. She didn't want to lose him, but she felt it might be an inevitability. Either he was going to get tired of her failures, or he would see her for what she truly was, and she enjoyed neither outcome. A terrible part of her was ready to destroy their relationship herself if it spared her the fact he would leave her anyway. In a way, this was part of that. <p>
She'd shown up a few minutes late, admittedly because she'd almost considered cancelling. No, though, she could act her way through it and he would never notice. Besides, he'd booked a wonderful boat trip for the two of them and she would hate to leave him alone on a boat of all things. When she finally stepped on, giving him a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek. <b>"I'm rather glad you didn't leave without me, navigating around the lives of other people is so awfully hard this time of day,"</b> She lied easily, realising all too late she shouldn't have gotten too close to him, but perhaps he hadn't noticed!

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Nadia had been thrilled to learn she could spend Christmas with Stephen, partly because it was another day she could spend with him, and would hold no interruptions, partly because it meant she could tell her parents she had plans and would drop in over the holidays some other time. She liked Christmas, it was a chance to celebrate, and by celebrate, of course, Nadia meant drink. She'd already had a few drinks before he arrived, quite shamelessly indulging in a way she thought she deserved, and perhaps it got her through cooking anything, well aware she needed to have plenty of food around, and wine, she wasn't forgetting the wine, but mostly food and things Stephen could drink as well. She felt that in another life she might enjoy being a housewife, fussing around the kitchen with nibbles and wine, making the place nice for a handsome man's arrival. <p>
Fortunately, he had arrived some time around the third glass of wine and the placement of many bowls of nuts and crisps and other snacks placed on the coffee table, and she had quite easily gotten herself distracted by his presence. Frankly, Nadia could have spent hours watching him talk from where she was sat with her wine, and really she was shamelessly content with their conversation. It was strange for Nadia, she supposed, to have him in her space. It was very much made for herself, and her solitude, and tended to be how she liked it, but it wasn't particularly lived in, and she couldn't help but wonder if that was obvious to him, she'd never really made herself comfortable even in her own home, as though she didn't want to be comfortable. <p>
Finally she smiled at him, realising her glass was empty and she couldn't have that. <b>"Hang on,"</b> She paused their conversation, grabbing her wine glass, and glancing over at him. <b>"Do you want anything?"</b> She asked, picking up the wine bottle to find it was empty, and sighing as she realised she would have to go and get another from her rather large stash of alcohol.

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As far as Nadia knew a picnic date was not something she had to prepare for too much, it was simple and charming, and she rather appreciated that Stephen had chosen it. She had never been impressed by fancy restaurants or grand gestures, it was the simplicity of it she craved. She had not particularly asked him too much about it, not wanting to spoil the surprise, and moreso allowing curiosity to fuel her more than anything else. She was sure if she knew too much she would not go, and that would ruin this wonderful thing she had with Stephen. Already she liked him very much, she couldn't escape this, and she didn't want to, it was to spend more time with him that seemed important now, and to have him like her just as much in return. She had very little faith in her own character, but hoped that persistence might do the trick, and took it as a good sign that he was agreeing to spend time with her in the first place. <p>
It was a little disconcerting to arrive at the meeting point and to find a well suited man with a picnic basket setting up, she wondered if perhaps Stephen always had someone else set up his picnics. Still, she kept her distance for a moment and looked around the pretty, warm park - a sight she was quite unfamiliar with on a daily basis - until she caught sight of the man who suited the sun more than she ever could. She allowed a smile to tilt her lips upwards, and made her way carefully towards him on the grass. <p>
<b>"This seems quite elaborate for a picnic,"</b> Nadia commented lightly, quite amused to see the variety of posh looking food they seemed to have, but it did include alcohol, so she made sure to take a glass before she did anything else, sure it would settle any nerves she had. Now that she was here she realised it was quite real, and quite important that it went well, a rare departure from most of the games she played in her life.

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As a rule, Nadia only tended to head to her parents offices when she had to meet with them, and usually not at all by choice. Most of the time if anyone saw her wandering around they knew it wasn't going to be good, and that she would inevitably cause some kind of disruption, of course, as if the classical music at full volume wasn't bad enough - she wondered if they had finally gotten around to sound proofing her parents offices yet. As it stood, she was not there to meet her parents, and she was there by choice, in fact, to surprise a certain someone who probably had no idea she even knew exactly where he happened to work. The accounting department was not hard to find, though, admittedly, and fortunately the apprehensive looks from anyone who knew her well lessened as she didn't head towards the main offices. <p>
She found his desk easily, watching from a bit of a distance for a moment, perhaps just to see him working before he knew she was there. After all, there was something to admiring the concentration he held, and she couldn't help herself staring for perhaps a little too long. She'd wanted to see him sooner, truly, she wanted to be a part of his life so strangely and intensely, her draw to him something she would only be able to explain when she was able to analyse it properly. Still, the touch of alcohol on her breath did nothing to help this. <p>
Finally she approached, rather confidently seating herself on his desk, crossing her legs so she could twist herself enough to lean a touch closer than necessary. <b>"Hello handsome,"</b> She said with her best charming smile, sure that her reason for coming to see him required just a little bit of charm. <b>"I have a question for you - it's rather important,"</b> She informed him easily, deciding a little bit of preamble would do them no harm.

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Nadia never appreciated being ordered about by her parents, she was defiant in such a subtle way she rarely often outright said no, apart from the job offers, of course, they had the honour of her denials. This unfortunately meant that when she was ordered to do something on the basis of family loyalty and duty, she had to be rather creative about getting out of it, and when she couldn’t do that, she had to suffer through yet another of the mundane activities a young socialite girl without full control of her trust fund. She had half considered not going when her mother had informed her there was a young man who wanted showing around the city, she suspected it was either a set up or a punishment for her most recent refusal to take responsibility, and either way she didn’t appreciate it. Her mother had specifically scheduled it around her dance rehearsals too, so she had no excuse – she could hardly tell her mother that her plans for that particular time slot had been to drink herself to death, the last time she had tried the comment hadn’t been appreciated. Still, she supposed, after much consideration, she could go and meet the man her mother was so desperate for her to show around London, and she could ruin his day, corrupt his innocence, whatever the situation called for.<p>
She head informed the guy via her mother to meet her at the London Eye, rather sure it was an efficient way to show him all of London at once. It was only then that her mother informed her she had met this person before, and whilst she did not particularly remember a Stephen Knight, she was sure that only made it easier to ditch him once they had exchanged pleasantries and spent thirty minutes in a pod above London. She headed towards the river, rather making an effort to be late if she could be, practically dawdling along. She knew to look out for him as she walked along the riverside, but she was enjoying much more the teasing spring breeze across the river, and watching the boats as they passed by. Of course, this was only ruined by the incessant thought that she should have gotten a drink before she did this, and the hope that she could steal some of that champagne they sometimes had on the London Eye. <p>
It was only a moment where she looked towards the London Eye, where the sun filtered through just enough that she could barely see, enough that she had to stop a few feet away and blink it out of her eyes. It was only then that she saw him, she recognised him easily, he was more grown up now, of course, but so was she. Carefully, she blinked at him, rather pleasantly surprised by what she saw, a small smile forming. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. She closed the gap between them, unable to help looking at him rather curiously. <b>”Tell me my mother hasn’t given you strict instructions to make sure I behave,”</b> Nadia said smoothly by way of greeting, reminding herself as best she could that this man was still here on her mother’s orders and that was never to be trusted.

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