Snippet #2815674

Years: 2020
Location: Lower Manhattan, NYC.
Time: Late Morning - Early Afternoon
”What an annoying little tune” Irealia complained as she groggily made her way down the stairs holding her jacket and purse, still wearing her dress from the night before.

It took her a brief moment to locate Amelie’s phone but once she did the exhausted red head picked it up, turn the alarm off, and then look down at her friend - who was fast asleep still.
”What’s the point of setting an alarm if you won’t wake up to it, silly.” she joked softly while looking at Amelie for a moment longer before falling back onto the nearby loveseat. Irealia pulled out her phone and scrolled through her address book briefly before holding the device up to her ear. Several seconds later, her husband would pick up on the other end.

”Hey sleepy, surprised you’re up. I know I know, I didn’t come back home last night but when we got back I passed out and I guess she didn’t wanna wake me up.”
Irealia went on to disclose everything that had happened in the NYC speakeasy last night and how she feared what Amelie had told the man that had been following them.

”Babe she’s still starry-eyed about all of this, I’m afraid she might tell him more than he needs to know, and put all of us in danger by…..” Irealia would stop talking as she noticed Amelie stirring on the couch.






Amelie’s eye’s shot open as the dream she was having was approaching it’s terrifying climax. It would take several seconds before she’d notice a voice in the room with her.
She’d stay still for a moment and listen to her friend talk before sighing to herself and sitting up.

”I’m gonna go now babe, see you soon!” Irealia said, before quickly hanging up and smiling towards her friend.
”You didn’t have to hang up on my accord, by all means - continue.” Amelie commented, as she ran her fingers through her hair.

The two women went back and forth only a few times with casual good morning pleasantries before Amelie noticed the clock on the wall and her eyes shot wide open.

”10:45? Oh no, I’m gonna be late…” Amelie let out, quickly adding onto her original statement to not make Irealia suspicious ”…grandma is gonna kill me! I’m sorry Irealia, but my grandma needs me to go into town to-” Irealia, not having any suspicions raised, would cut her friend off and stand up.

”Go, get ready girl. I need to get back to the hubby anyways, he wasn’t happy I didn’t come home last night. Talk soon, okay?” Amelie nodded, as her friend entered her heightened state and began to create a gateway. ”Of course.”


Amelie would wait until her friend was gone before running up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She’d quickly tie her hair up into a huge messy bun, slip out of her t-shirt and into a matching pair of undergarments, before slinging both her closet doors wide open. Knowing that she had gotten up nearly an hour later than she wanted to Amelie was more frustrated than anything by the sheer number of choices she had to pick from in her walk-in closet.
”Eeny meeny miny moe….” Amelie repeated a couple times, before finally settling on a green fitted long-sleeve v-neck blouse and high-waist jean miniskirt, and slipping into them.
It would take her a little while longer to finally settle on a pair of jean tie-up sandals that matched the color of her skirt.

”Okay okay now my hair, what am I going to do with all this hair!” she wondered aloud while walking into her bathroom. Once she was in front of her washroom mirror she’d pull her long thick hair out of the messy bun it was in and begin to brush it until settling on just straightening her hair out with the iron.
After she was done Amelie’s hair reached a few inches past the bottom of her back, and she’d make sure to grab a few hair-clips and scrunchies to throw in her purse before leaving her bathroom.

”This is okay right? Yeah…maybe not…maybe I should just wear a t-shirt.” Amelie debated in her head as she stared at herself fully dressed in her full length floor mirror.
Despite wanting to just slip a long t-shirt on and be emotionally comfortable Amelie pumped herself up enough to stay dressed as-is, and after finding a small leather Saint Laurent chained purse to stuff all her things into, she’d head out the front door - making sure to lock both deadbolts before heading out the building’s main exit.

Not even a minute later Amelie would find herself running back into the building up to her loft's door, up her stairs, and into her room. She'd grab Jason's jacket and sling it over her arm before once again heading out - locking up behind herself again.





Preferring to be safe than sorry, Amelie decided to make her way to the park the same way most New Yorkers do - by catching the bus and then walking the rest of the way on foot. By the time she spotted the arch it was five minutes past noon.

”Okay, I’m late, but not too late!” she whispered, before jogging over towards their meeting spot.
Amelie would walk underneath the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ arch and come to a stop at the sides of the structure, not wanting to get in anyone’s way.
She’d look around only briefly before spotting a familiar face and begin to slowly make her way over to the bench he was sitting on.

”Hey, Jason?” Amelie called out, relieved when he actually seemed to respond to the name he had given her the other night. The benign smile on Amelie’s face didn’t change the fact that her heart had dropped into her stomach. She was a ball of nerves, for many reasons, and would alternate between looking down and over her shoulder as she approached Jason - only looking forward once she was in front of him.

”Um, hey! So I’m um, sorry for being a little bit late, I apparently need to change my alarm tone!” Amelie joked, tucking her hair behind her ears as she laughed softly.

A few seconds would pass before she’d hold her hand out in front of Jason.
”Oh, it also occurred to me that I didn’t really introduce myself last time. I guess I didn’t trust you enough, but now, I guess it only makes sense to. I’m Amelie, it’s nice to meet you…Jason ”
She would wait for him to react to her offer of a handshake, all the while trying to hide her nerves behind a smile. Afterwards she’d point to the pathway behind her.
”Wanna walk and talk, you know, so you could maybe tell me more about how you stalk people for a living? We could always stop by the boathouse further into the park to rest if need be.” she'd giggle a bit before remembering the jacket she had slung over her arm - which she'd quickly hold out towards Jason. "I think this belongs to you! I almost kept it but decided I should probably give it back to ya."

Amelie wanted to smack herself in the forehead for what she thought was her bad jokes, but instead kept the smile on her face and waited for him to take the jacket before taking a step back so he could stand. "Ready when you are" she'd say, while holding her hand out towards the only pathway that led further into the park.

"His eyes are so blue! And his jawline is so chiseled! God, why couldn't a mediocre looking 60 year old with a dad bod being chasing us through time and space? she'd think to herself, before realizing she was staring at him and needed to look away.