Sounds good!))

Trixie blinked when she caught his eye, immiediately turning to the camera instead. Her heart rate picked up and she had to take a few breaths to calm herself down. She didn't have to feel guilty. They weren't in a relationship- he had slept with another woman last night, so why should she care about making him feel bad? She shouldn't feel guilty. She didn't want to. And despite what she told herself, she did.

After Matt had left the beach, the rest of the day conssisted of exactly what you'd think- doing absolutley nothing. That was, until he had work. It was bound to be incredibly busy that night, it was building up to a rather large festival and for some reason everyone needed to drink about three or so days before. How that made sense, Matt never knew, but at least it kept him busy. H worked from around 4pm to 11, about an hour less than usual, and as busy as he seemed his mind was still utterly..empty.

Trixie made her way home when the shoot ended- around three. She was back in her own clothes, which was less of a relief than usual. She got home, collapsed on the nearest surface- which happened to be a kitchen stool- and stared into nothing for about fifteen minutes to a half hour. Then, she brought herself to scroll on her phone, not really absorbing anything she saw- just doing what she thought she should be. Going on autopilot.

Matt, much to his upset, found a couple of Trixie's things as he finally sorted himself outafter work, back home. He stuffed them into a bag and pretty much just dumped them by her door, not borthing to even consider trying to talk to her, tell her they were there. Instead, he left straight away and went back to his, slamming the door out of pure frustration. It hadnt even been three days and he missed her incredibly, perhaps too much.

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we can skip whenever you like :)

Now is fine for me- do you wanna start or me?))

are you okay to start please? its hella stormy outside, cant hear myself think lol

Yeah, sure- dw about it lol))

Trixie was, as planned, in her dress for the festival around ten minutes before it started. It was short, but not as bad as it usually was. It was a simple, straight ruby red with heels to match. Her hair was down and her makeup a bit more extensive than usual, but otherwise it wasn't too much of a change. She was pacing nervously within her group of models, biting her knuckle anxiously as she waited for her 'date' to show up. So far, no contact, no communication, no nothing.

When the day of the festival came, Matt was dreading it so much he felt incredibly sick, like he might actually throw up. It wasnt nerves or exhaustion, it was just the thought of going. He would much rather do basically anything than go, but his friend had done his best to convince him- mainly with alcohol-, and so he obliged. He vowed to be late, which was fine because it was placed from the square to the beach which was close, mainly because the rush of people that he could see out the window was even less desirable. He didnt have anything special on, it was only a festival so they didnt exactly need it, just a regular, nly slightly, tight fitting black top and cargos- abut the only thing he could be bothered to find. He picked up his phone and keys and made his way out the door, shuttig it gently behind him.

Trixie continued to pace, the anxiety picking up rapidly. Of course, with five minutes till the start of the festival, she got a text- 'Feeling sick. Can't come.' It almost brought her into a fit, but she resorted to panicking instead. It didn't help that when she went to her manager, he stated that she had to have a partner, for some stupid reason or another. All of the models were taken, and she couldn't spend the entire night with someone random. Then again, that really only left one person. She paced for a little while longer, the decided she had no choice, and dialed a number She desperately didn't want to.

Matt had reached the end of the driveway when his phone rang, startling him slightly. He brought it out hs pocket, frowning and sticking it on silent before answering. He hadnt caught the name of whoever it was, he really hadnt paid enough attention for that, so simply just talked to them like it was pretty much anyone. "Hello?" He asked, stopping at the dge of the driveway to let them talk, down to the fact the festival sounded loud enough as it was and he hadnt even gotten there yet.