sure! the one they 'met' at??

and if so, do we start off with them seeing each other after not talking for maybe a couple days/werk or no??

Yeah! All that sounds great. Do you wanna start or should I?))

I can start :)

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It had been a week or so since Trixie had left Matts house, and they had not spoken once. His time had been taken up taking to Layla, arguing with Layla, avoiding Layla..You get the picture. And some data entry as usual. It was a normal afternoon when he had decided to storm out of the house after another meaningless argument, more of a torment, and he had decided to head to the one place that only made him think about Trixie more. The coffee shop they had met. He sighed as he entered, swinging the car keys around his finger, and settled himself down at a table right at the back by the window, refusing to look around. He was half upset about not talking to Trixie, a quarter pissed off and a quarter tired. All he needed to do was finish his work, get home and sleep.

Trixie's week had been about as miserable. Her one lead on getting a dormmate had been crushed and she was swamped with projects because it was coming up to the end of the semester. And on top of that, she also had midterms, and her parents pestering her about her love life every night. She missed Matt so much more than she wanted to admit, but again, her stubbornness overrode her desire. She didn't want to prove Layla right, that she was the kind of person to go crawling back to a man who treated her like that. And yet, on that perfectly good afternoon, she found herself sat across from Will. He had pestered her enough that she agreed to talk to him and she was just waiting for it to be over. He was going on about something or another about why she should get back together with him that Trixie was just zoned out for, staring at her coffee and imagining what wouldve happened if she had been spending the day with Matt. Something far more entertaining, no doubt. To add onto her horrible week, she looked up and saw none other than him. She blinked a few times and went through a few motions of internal panic.

Matt had promptly refused to look around the cafe at all as he started on his work, just focusing on getting it done, having any distraction from his own thoughts. Though as he looked up, his eyes set on the one girl he was thinking about in the moment- and a guy opposite her he very much never wanted to see again. His gaze turned cold as his eyes made contact with hers, and he had every thought to get up and go home, anything to get away from seeing..him again. But, he didn't. Instead, he raised his eyebrows at Trixie and looked back down at his laptop, doing his best to show that he didn't care about the fact the girl he hadn't spoke to for a week was having what could be a completely friendly conversation with her ex. Except he so clearly did.

Trixie's chest started to rise and fall faster as Matt caught her gaze, and the look he gave her made her want to wither. She wanted to stand up, rush over to him, explain everything, apologize. But that wasn't an option. She blinked as he looked off, then turned her gaze back to Will, finding two expectant eyes looking at her, waiting for an answer. "Oh, I'm sorry, what- what was that?" She asked quietly, blinking at him politely. He seemed undeterred. W "What do you say we give it a shot? You and me again." He offered, laying his hand over hers. Her first instinct was to say no, but didn't he at least deserve... consideration? She paused, a troubled look on her face, and left her hand where it was.

Matt could just about hear Wills words through the chatter, seeing as it had died down slightly, and he felt his heart tighten at the man's words. It would have made it slightly better if Trixie blew him off, or replied straight away, but she didn't. She in fact looked like she was considering it, which only pushed Matt to feel worse. He let his tongue rest in the bottom corner of his cheek as he watched, his gaze settling on Trixie. It was a cold, harsh glare, designed to make her feel uncomfortable while she answered the question. Through all he wanted to do was walk over, snap his fingers to make Will disappear and spend hours talking to her. He missed her so much more than he ever figured he would, but this currently situation was bound to push him away if the wrong answer was given.

Trixie dropped her gaze to her hand, swallowing and thinking for a moment. She did feel like she owed Will something. But it wouldn't be fair to date him because she owed him, would it? Nor would it be if the only thing she could think of was curling up in another man's arms. She glanced up to catch Matt glaring at her as though she would be betraying him if she said yes. It felt like that, but the stubborn part of her tried to protest. So she turned back to Will to speak. "No, sorry, I can't." She shook her head, gently drawing her hand back and turning to catch Matt's gaze as she finished speaking. "I care about someone else too much." She finished quietly, gathering her things together. Will looked like he wanted to protest, but she shook her head, staring at her cup instead. "I'm really, really not in the mood right now, Will. Berate me later." She muttered, staring blankly at her tea. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't seem to find any way to convince her in the moment, so he sighed, turned on his heel, and stormed out.

not sure if i should feel bad for will or carry on thinking he's an absolute prick)

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Matt couldn't help but smile at Trixies answer, looking down at his laptop to prevent Will from, possibly, seeing. Luckily the guy didn't, and his gaze followed him as he walked out, before settling on Trixie. He wasn't too sure if he should signal for her to come over or not, it wasn't like she was clearly in the best mood. But then again, why else would she turn him down? Oh, maybe because he seemed a little..weird. Matt shook his endless thoughts off and saved his work, pushing his laptop aside to reply to a couple of messages, before looking up at Trixie. He eventually signalled for the girl to come over, biting his inner lip. He could only hope she didn't say no, really.

Heh it's your choice))

Trixie shot Matt the occasional glance, otherwise simply sitting and thinking, mulling things over in her head. She blinked as his signal caught her attention, thinking for a moment, and then gathering her bag and her drink. She walked over to the booth seat and dropped her bag and drink across from him. After, she walked to the side he was sitting on and slid in beside him, saying nothing and simply laying her head on his shoulder with a sigh

It was more impulsive than anything, because all she could think about was his fingers running through her hair and she desperately wanted to be close to him. "I miss you." She muttered quietly, staring at her fingers in silence.