Kyro Chuckles, Smile Growing Wider As He Takes Note Of Her Enthusiasm. He's A Clean Person, Likes To

kyro chuckles, smile growing wider as he takes note of her enthusiasm. he's a clean person, likes to be tidy, but his biggest problem is time and his often lack of it. " ah, well, according to my mother i've got quite the reflection, " he jokes with warmth, playful glint in his eyes. " what a shame i can't admire it on my countertops. " he leans in, lowers his voice as if she's about to let him in on a big secret. " are these special ingredients something you're willing to share, or is it a top-secret recipe ? "

maya watched as the crinkle of his brows gave away a slight sense of confusion. maya's lips then curved into a very knowing smile. she had seen that puzzled look before. especially because of the fact that it wasn't the first time she had ever mentioned it. " well. " she began. " maya clean is like over the top clean. you could scrub a countertop so much that you can see the light and your own reflection coming off of it. not a singular bit of dirt in sight! that kind of clean. " she responded with a shrug of her shoulders. " it's certainly not that hard to achieve. especially with my special cleaning ingredients! a little bit of maya clean magic will certainly do the trick! "

" ow, ronnie ! " ace exclaims dramatically as the paintbrush hits his leg, far too lightly to warrant any reaction at all. " i mean, that's a guess. could be less, could be more. time feels distorted. " with a sigh, he follows suit and stands to his feet— they somehow no longer feel connected to his body, but the more he moves the more that changes. " surprise me, " he insists, hurrying now that his legs are no longer numb, " i'll eat anything as long as there are very little greens in there. " isn't longer before he disappears, only to reappear moments later with a relieved smile on his face. " what did you go for ? "

the confession from ace has a dry paintbrush flinging from ronnie's side of the room to his, counting on her aim to knock him in the leg. "a whole hour ?!" she's laughing despite her disapproval, standing to give her limbs a much needed stretch. "it's almost like you want a uti or something." her phone is pulled out, uber eats screen glowing like a beacon. "and a stomach bug apparently. but, not to worry, your saving grace is here. what are we ordering ?"

kyro watches her intently as she arranges the flowers, a soft laugh escaping when she mentions writing a thank you note. it's one of the many things he finds so endearing about her— a small gesture that not many would think of, but that speaks volumes about her caring heart. when he thinks back on it now, there was never any chance of him not falling for her when he did. celeste james had a way of stealing hearts, and his had never stood a chance. even now, as just friends, there's a tug on his chest as he watches her move around the kitchen. some might say the warmth feels a lot like coming home. a thought he's no longer sure he's allowed to have. " did i miss you ? " tone teases, fingers coming up to tap against his chin, " let's see . . . " a moment passes, but his eyes give it all away long before his mouth does. " of course i did. i always do. " how could he not ? " i mean, who else will laugh at my jokes ? " kyro is quick to add, clears his throat to try and elevate some of the tension, but it's there. it's bright, thick. unwavering. his smile grows at her thanks, and he nods in response before quirking a brow. " you're thanking me for flowers when you've basically cooked me up a feast ? i think i should be thanking you. " he leans into her orbit just a little, such a natural pull. " but you know this means i have to return the favour, right ? it's only fair. "

"i'm glad you think so." beaming, eyes focused on the bouquet held in front of her. it's beautiful, bringing a warm feeling to her. if there was one thing celeste had always appreciated about kyro, it was his thoughtfulness. the way every day, even the ones that weren't important, came with a little bit extra. she's thankful for their relationship, glad that they'd been able to maintain it over the years. "i'm gonna have to write her a personal thank you note." she's reaching under her sink for a new vase as she muses over his next question, giving an audible hmmm. it's loaded, and she was sure he knew it, but the simple answer was, "yes." she came up with the vase, filling it with water and arranging the flowers inside. her eyes soften as she looks over at him, head tilted as she gives him a once over. just to make sure everything is where it's meant to be. "did you miss me ?" it had been a while since they'd had the same day free on their schedules, both dedicated to their careers. hers had always been more lenient than his, the editing she had meant to do tonight put off for tomorrow. "there is a right answer, by the way. oh ! and thank you," she gestures toward the vase, moving to turn off the stove. "for the flowers."

noa scoffs lightly, her hand flicking through the air as if ushering the thought away. sure, he'd make a great addition in that sense, but deep down she truly believes most people deserve and are capable of love, and so she simply cannot help herself. " hmm, so what are you implying here, that my only desire is to make money and that i don't actually care about my clients ? because that's pretty much an insult to my entire existence. i've been setting people up since i was like, eleven. " insult is long forgotten when she earns a laugh, even if she isn't sure it comes from amusement. but his words sadden her, just a little. " that's because unlike the tin man, you already have one. even if you try to hide it. i mean, i'm assuming you're named after apollo, the greek god of light ? do you happen to know what his one weakness was ? " she asks, taking a step closer with a proud smile. " one word, four letters. l-o-v-e. " and sure, history would have it that most of his affairs ended in disaster, but she's, like, totally sure it'll be different for him.

"something tells me i'm JUST A NUMBER to you... like, you don't want me, you want another success story... and if that's what you're after, i'm definitely the worst person for the job." he hopes warning her that he's a lost cause will get her to finally take the hint. it's just about all he can do without explicitly telling her to piss off, which he knows is a bad move. one, he'd never speak to a woman that way. never has, and never will. two, palmview seemed to be working out for him. the last thing he needed was an enemy. especially one that was this well connected. "okay, well don't say i didn't try to save you some time." there's a slight irritation when noa refers to him as just any man, but he chooses to ignore it. it's easier for him to stay silent on the topic of nova. "the grinch of love?" a laugh escapes his lips as he looks at the other. it was just the last thing he was expecting her to say. "well, braunstein, good luck with that. unlike THE TIN MAN, i'm not actively searching for a heart."

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" you should just be beautiful, perfect you. the right person is out there, and i would literally die and come back from the dead before i let you settle. but yes, maybe we let men better themselves because they want to be better, not because we want them to be. " a waste of time and energy, as she's come to witness over the years. she gives her friend a look that says just trust me, and maybe it is silly to base something off a choice of footwear, but she full of intuition— or so she likes to think. it could just be an excuse, because maybe the matchmaker herself isn't so sure what she wants when it comes to love. " okay, solo dates, love that for you. " she's quiet, with difficulty, stops herself from butting in and just takes it in, basks in her friends experience. her heart swells at the thought, glint of happiness for the other reflected in her eyes. even if it was an encounter that didn't lead to forever, what a magical encounter to have. " wow, " noa breathes out once celeste finishes, but being reserved last all of two seconds before she's beaming. " that literally sounds like a scene out of a ron-com, you know, back when rom-coms were actually good. but oh my god, letty, that sounds . . . epic. definitely not delusional ! sometimes the universe has to take matters into it's own hands, put two people exactly where they're supposed to be. are you seeing him again ? "

"i think that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," a fake tear is wiped away, hand over heart. the more noa explained her reasoning, the more celeste began to realize where she'd gone wrong. she couldn't count on one hand the amount of men she'd replicated the exact scenario with, much to her own regret. "okay, okay, i see your point," she laughs, hands thrown up in surrender. "what i'm getting from this is that i should stop trying to be caulk-over-it celeste." she had a tendency of giving her relationships the landlord special, and socks and sandals could easily be painted over. "i just think it's kind of hilarious how you came to that conclusion from socks and sandals alone, but that's why you're the match maker and not me !" with another sip of her wine, celeste can't help but share the excitement. she scoots an inch closer, clapping her hands together as she prepares herself for the tell all. "well, i went out and none of the girls wanted to come with, so i went by myself, obviously. i ended up trying out the cheesiest pick up line i could think of, and it actually worked ? and then we danced for a little, talked some more, and he walked me home. the part that's actually wild to me is that we got to my building and found out we're neighbors ? is that some kind of a sign or am i just delusional ?"