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[color=crimson]TIME[/color] ⤑ [color=hotpink]Afternoon[/color]
[color=crimson]INTERACTING WITH[/color] ⤑ Arthur [???]
[color=crimson]FEELING[/color] ⤑ [color=hotpink]Nervous and angry.[/color]
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For some reason, Terrance's words seemed to play over and over in Helene's head. He was being a lot more gentle, more tender than usual. It was...surprising, to say the least. She was so used to getting right to the good stuff that taking just a second to enjoy each other's company was nice. No! What was she thinking? He was probably just thinking about what she said. He had a lot on his mind, that was all. But as she looked up at him, watching his eyes that usually held lust hold something else, she thought her heart had skipped a beat. Before she could ask what was on his mind, he kissed her, a different kind of passion behind it. Whatever the reason, Helene lost herself for a moment, and she decided to surrender to her thoughts just this once. She thought she heard her phone but ignored it, giving Terrance her full attention as they kissed. Considering tomorrow wasn't a promise, she had to enjoy this moment, this feeling for as long as she could.

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Reluctantly taking a seat, Gigi resigned to her self afflicted fate. She was secretly grateful he agreed, though as she took her own bag out, she heard him mention his mother's cooking. What a concept. But that's what normal people did, right? Mothers packed lunches, fathers gave out lunch money. As she grabbed her relatively simple sandwich out of her beg, he asked about her mother. Another normal question. He was a simple guy, she would give him that much, and as she looked at him, he was staring at her with that same look as always. "[color=orangered]I don't know. I haven't seen my mother in a decade,[/color]" Gigi replied, taking a bite. She hadn't thought about her parents since she was shipped out to the states. "[color=orangered]I just make my own lunch with whatever's around.[/color]" She hoped her answer would satisfy him, but considering who she was dealing with, she somewhat doubted it.

Shortly after giving him his answer, she heard the clatter of a phone hitting the ground. She watched as Jacob grabbed it, though her eyes widened slightly as she saw red. It was blood--having seen so much of it there wasn't a single doubt in her mind. She chewed slowly, making sure not to draw attention to herself as she brought out her own phone. Clearly, Jacob's disturbed reaction meant someone had sent it to him. Without moving, she squinted to see, and while she didn't get a very good look, she recognized the clothing he wore. It was very similar to the ones from Saturday. On the outside, she seemed more interested in her lunch, but on the inside her thoughts were whirring rapidly. Were they closing in on Helene's location? Ariadne had said it would be to their benefit, as Bastien could very well be taken out by either the Munez or the Patrone families. Gigi, however, had a different opinion. If they knew it was Helene they were after, they may just surrender her location so Bastien wouldn't come up again on their properties.

[i][color=orangered]Another one showed up.[/color][/i] The simple message was sent to the three siblings, and she pocketed her phone shortly afterwards. 

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He...loved her?

Eva blinked in confusion, only able to stand there was Arthur wrapped himself around her. Was this real? A terrible thought said that he was lying, but the longer she stayed in his embrace, the more it was pushed away. Suddenly, nothing Isabelle said mattered anymore, like Arthur was confirming the thoughts that she had. He did care. He felt the same way she did. And as the realization finally hit her, she hugged him tightly, trying not to cry. But even if he did share the feelings, then what were they? "[color=pink]Then we're...?[/color]" She couldn't quite stop her blushing as she tried to get the words out. "[color=pink]Are we...going out...?[/color]" She hesitated as she remembered what Isabelle said, and she looked away. "[color=pink]What about your girlfriend?[/color]"

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