chapter seven; with our fingers intertwined

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We've been lying to ourselves
Acting like we're something else
How'd we get in this masquerade?
There's a secret in your eyes
It's the same one that's in mine


We're Not Friends -  Ingrid Andress 


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s01ep05: Tan Lines 

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"Yours or mine?" 

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Addy finally sat down behind her desk, setting her phone off to the side of her laptop. She settled into doing some work. In fact all she really did was delete everything that she wrote five minutes after writing it. Nothing was working the way she wanted it do so.

As the previous night played on her mind.

She looked out the window at the top of her office, seeing that the players had finally entered the gym in front of the office.

She watched everyone trail into the gym, in some attempt to stop herself from going over everything from that night, as the footballer who was making her think about everything entered the room, as he went about starting his normal workout routine.

She tried to force her attention away from the footballer in question. She tapped her phone hoping that someone had an emergency for her to deal with.

No such luck.

A knock on her closed office door pulled her attention towards them.

Sam.

Standing on the other side of the door.

Addy smiled, incredibly thankful that it wasn't the person she was currently in deep thought about.

She waved for him to enter her office.

Sam pushed the door open, smiling as he did so.

"Addy!" he said.

"Sam," She smiled back, as her gaze ever so slightly flicked back to him.

She knew that a line had been crossed and that there was no way to undo it.

She tried to shake off this feeling as Sam kept talking. What he was saying, Addy wasn't too sure.

"Pardon?" She asked, as Sam had thanked her for something.

"I just wanted to say thank you," Sam repeated himself, "For inviting me to dinner with the Amadi family."

"I'm the one that should be thanking you and also I should be apologising."

"For what?" Sam asked.

"You took everything in your stride, like it was just a normal dinner which didn't descend into absolute chaos." Addy admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

"It was a nice night, despite everything." Sam said.

Addy knew exactly what he meant, her and Nico's highly spirited debate, about the moral implications of sleeping with a clone that ended in Victor's laughter.

"I am so sorry that you had to witness that." She apologised once more. "Did it help with the home sickness?" She asked.

"As much as it could." Sam admitted.

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