Old Friends

[featherborn]

Some sense of old mischief makes June give a false name when she books an appointment at Marcus' law firm. She wants the upper hand. He might not even connect this woman with crows wrinkles and laughter lines with the woman he knew before.

She comes dressed smart in a business suit, with hair tied back in a loose bun and strides through the door to Marcus' office, barely waiting for the secretary to finish announcing her.

"They say you are the best lawyer in the city when you have someone trying to sue you."

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[featherborn]

So long as it goes no further than that. She's always been an independent woman and doesn't like to feel beholden to anyone. Especially someone she does remember fondly.

"That concludes business then," she says briskly. "When may I take you out for a meal to catch up on our private lives?"

[keepstheirsecrets]

"My evenings are mostly free." As they have been for years now, ever since his wife passed away. Evenings had been sacred for them, free of work unless some emergency truly did call for them. Even after her passing, it is like he's simply stayed in the habit, of leaving his work in his office at the end of the day.

He leans forward a bit, flipping through is calendar to see if there is anything planned. "Not Thursday. Other than that I'm free."

[featherborn]

June takes out a small planner. While she does have a copy of her schedule on her phone, there is something comforting about the old school. In opposition to him, she works the shifts that younger doctors and surgeons put in.

"Wednesday," she says after some consideration. "I am not on call the next day, I can afford a drink and a late evening if that happens."

There is a glance down towards his hand and there is nothing there, so she does not feel so bold suggesting they may talk into the night.

She is not conscious of how lonely she might be making her like sound.

[keepstheirsecrets]

Indeed, there is nothing on his hand. It has been a while, now, since he took his ring off. He still carries it, though; on a silver chain around his neck, along with the wedding band his wife wore.

In this moment, he has no thoughts as to what June may or may not be thinking or wanting. It has been a very long time, after all, and all he thinks is that it would be nice to catch up.

"Then Wednesday it is. Do you ave any place in mind you would like to go?"

[featherborn]

She names a small, exclusive restaurant where they might relax. Being in the limelight, or surrounded by scores of either dinners is not her idea of an enjoyable evening. "I know the manager, I have a table there any time I want it." She had done much to save his teenage daughter after a car accident and had struck up a friendship with the family in the long days between operations.

Her lips curl up into an amused smile. "He is Italian and would be very offended if he heard I went elsewhere."

[keepstheirsecrets]

Oh, she has recently moved out here and she's already on such good terms with the proprietor of such a fine locale? She does work fast, doesn't she?

"Then we had best not disappoint."

[featherborn]

She is a people person or so she would claim. But it is down to pure luck, who comes through the doors and lands on her table.

"No," she laughs. "Do you remember the time we got banned from two restaurants because we annoyed one waiter?" Or to be fair, that might might have been more her fault, in her wilder days when she let her temper show.