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Jan. 20th, 2026 03:45 pmtalentedscavenger[Nervous. Why was Rey nervous? She had been looking forward to this small get-together for the last few days. It didn't matter that it was taking place on a Wednesday night. Hell, it could've taken place on any day of the week and she would still be nervous. Maybe it was a sign that she was hoping things would go well? Or, a sign that maybe having four cups of coffee in a day wasn't the best thing for her, health wise.
Either way, she was standing outside Matt's apartment with a bag that contained focaccia bread and blueberry muffins, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey sweater and black coat. The city was colder this time of year, even more so lately with the temperatures dropping to freezing levels. It wouldn't surprise her if it started to snow on her way back to her hotel. She had knocked on his door, just waiting to be let in.
Should I have brought wine? The thought drifted through her mind, and she soon shook her head no. Matt told her it was more than enough for her to bring bread, and he wasn't going to expect muffins for his colleagues. She had done more than enough.
Everything would be fine. It was just dinner--nothing that could be world-ending, right?]
Either way, she was standing outside Matt's apartment with a bag that contained focaccia bread and blueberry muffins, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey sweater and black coat. The city was colder this time of year, even more so lately with the temperatures dropping to freezing levels. It wouldn't surprise her if it started to snow on her way back to her hotel. She had knocked on his door, just waiting to be let in.
Should I have brought wine? The thought drifted through her mind, and she soon shook her head no. Matt told her it was more than enough for her to bring bread, and he wasn't going to expect muffins for his colleagues. She had done more than enough.
Everything would be fine. It was just dinner--nothing that could be world-ending, right?]
