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" oh, please, apollo— as if ! " she's almost insulted he thinks she'd be so obvious about it, as if she hadn't perfected her sleuthing skills at a young age. flicks perfectly curled locks behind her shoulder, subtle roll of her eyes. " if i was stalking you, you wouldn't know about it. besides, i actually have a life. " how ironic that she says such a thing as she's trying to snoop at what he's buying. " i simply spotted you across the way, thought i'd come and say hi, see if today might just be the day i get you to open yourself up to love and let me set you up on a few dates. " he's handsome, has good posture. two things she won't admit to him out loud, but she knows there'd be many of her clients eager to be set up on a date with him.

LOCATION: seaglass heights farmers market STATUS: closed / noa braunstein @dreamerfms

call it a sixth sense-- performer's intuition, if you will. apollo can always tell when someone is looking his way for more than a glance, even while he's in the process of buying fresh green juice. he hands cash over to the owner of the stall and turns around before making the other aware he's noticed them. "stalking me, braunstein? what, did you slip an airtag in my pocket or something?"

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ACE :

ace & teddy.

NAME: my teddy🧸

RINGTONE: a compilation of all the funny things she’s said to him in voicenotes ( though he always forgets to turn his phone off silent )

PICTURE: x

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:  it worked !!!! rhodes and his friend are on the rhode to bestieship again 💙 thx for being my sous chef 👨‍🍳

LAST TEXT SENT: now that we’ve baked together, how do you feel about matching halloween costumes ? i have ideas and none of them are fun solo

NOA :

noa & ronen.

NAME: wombmate ( twinnie ) ♓

RINGTONE: default / constellation.

PICTURE: x

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:  did you go through our closets again ?

LAST TEXT SENT: guilty as charged ! but can you blame me? talk about a double fashion disaster. you’re totally welcome, by the way. i know you'd both be lost without me xox

noa & apollo.

NAME: apollo, good posture pv

RINGTONE: default / constellation.

PICTURE: x

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: stop asking.

LAST TEXT SENT: oh my gosh !! why are you being so tragically stubborn about this ? it's like your a love hater or something, it's actually a little sad. so sad it might actually ruin my night. thank you very much 🙄

NOVA :

nova & apollo.

NAME: apollo

RINGTONE: default / slow rise.

PICTURE: x

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: i won't be home for dinner. i'll see you later tonight

LAST TEXT SENT: i couldn't sleep so i went for an early morning run. just about to grab a coffee. do you want your usual ?

“ oh, no, you don’t have a friendly face whatsoever. great bone structure, sure, but inviting ? not so much. luckily for you, i don’t intimate easily. but really, it wouldn’t hurt to smile more. or once— ever ! ” once again she’s talking quickly, animated, ignoring his first statement. eyes roll instantaneously as she adjusts her stance, exasperated sigh escaping perfectly painted lips. “ well, for starters, i haven’t seen you with anyone since charlotte, except for nova but she’s your roommate and if that was going to happen it likely would have by now. which is good for me because i also plan on getting her to sign up. but back to you. yes, you probably could get a date easily if you actually tried, but i’m just, like . . . way better at it. and honestly, men often can’t be trusted to make good decisions. that’s just fact. ”

"yeah, you're not exactly making me feel better as you boast about how much better you could stalk me..." he places the bottles in his bag. "you know, you're the only person i've ever met who seems to think i have a FRIENDLY FACE." he'd tried to let this girl down subtly what felt like a hundred different ways, and yet, she always found her way back to him. "and i ask you again... what makes you think that i can't get a date on my own?" probably the fact that he, well, you know... wouldn't. but he liked to think it was his own personal choice. his relationships had all been with dancers ( the exception being charlotte ) and they all ended poorly. apollo didn't see the point in making empty promises to others. he would provide what he could, and often times, it wasn't enough.

noa shrugs her shoulders slightly, knowing smile still fixed in place, " something like that. but i do care, that's why i'm here. to ensure you don't end up lonely and miserable. " eyes narrow a moment later, trying to gauge his reaction as best she could, though he was more difficult to read than most. " okay, well, i'm still going to ask her because i don't take any mans word when it comes to other women. i mean, she's gorgeous, and i have a lot of highly successful people on my books. one of them could be her perfect match for all you know. " hands come onto her hips, slightly look of irritation now. she's come across many people hesitant to try out matchmaking, but he was by far the most challenging person to convince. " qualified ? it's called having a gift. i get results. you're just like— like the grinch of love, or something. but even he grew his heart in the end. and mark my words, fairbanks. you will too. "

apollo nods as she speaks, happy to know he doesn't actually give off friendly vibes. something only a troubled person could be happy about. "oh, so you know i don't want to talk about it, you just don't seem to care?" this actually isn't the first time someone has told him to smile. it was his teachers favorite thing to remind him. you're a handsome kid, but you'd be much more approachable if you smiled. he'd do what he was told, and it'd be believable, but it was always forced. "okay, well, i'm going to turn you down for nova. no way she'd be into that shit." he brushes off if that was going to happen it likely would have by now and ignores the feeling in his stomach at the idea of nova going on dates set up by noa braunstein. "way better at it? and what makes you so qualified?" although, he couldn't say she was completely wrong. he did make the wrong choice and FREQUENTLY.

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."

" okay, and what's your point ? surely you can pick up on peoples auras, you know, their vibe ? i know i don't radiate any kind if ill intent. i'm as positive as they come. " if there's one thing about noa, it's that she'll somehow manage to find an argument to everything. a talent, some might say. " you chakra could use some clearing, honestly. maybe you should look into that. it could give you a clearer perspective. " her eyes roll, and it's not subtle. " don't get all scientific on me, i'm fully aware that your heart is the organ that keeps you alive, but come on, do you really think that's the only reason we're given one ? people literally die of heartbreak. that's the power of the human heart and how deeply it can feel for another person. " she smiles again, like she knows something no one else does. and she doesn't, either, not really. " so your missing a few talents, big deal. i'll tell you one major thing you both have in common, and that's how utterly uncompromising you are. "

"just a reminder-- i don't really know you, so how am i meant to know what your intentions are?" he's deflecting, trying to make it a noa problem instead of an apollo problem. he's been paired off numerous times since he was eleven, whether it be with dance partners or girlfriends, but they all had a ninety-nine percent fail rate. besides, he's not really interested in sharing his life story with NOA BRAUNSTEIN of all people. the girl who couldn't seem to leave things alone. let her catch wind of his history and he fears he'd never hear the end of it. "and you know what? my heart does just what i need it to do. pump blood around my body and keep me alive." he couldn't ask for much more than that. "i believe my mother was going for the whole MUSIC AND DANCE aspect of him more than anything else." perhaps love could be his weakness, if he believed he'd ever felt it. "not really good at archery or poetry, so, him and i don't really have that much in common."