An; I was clearing my BoLo files from my laptop and ran into some one shots that I never got to posting and I thought, meh, why not. So here's one.

Title; I breath out (You breathe in)

Pairing; Bo/Lauren.

Part 1; So many dreams swinging out of the blue.

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Mrs. Rogers moves out in October and Bo buys herself a bar of her favourite chocolate and plays loud music in celebration.

She wasn't her favourite person in the world. Seemed to hate pretty much everything she did and she lived under this fantasic dillusion that Bo actually gave a fuck what she thought.

She feels sorry for whoever his new neighbours will be. But damn it is she happy for herself.

She's in a good mood almost the whole week and the patrons notice it. Her smiles are easier, her glares are less and everyone's thankful for it.

On Friday, around the nineth or something, she sees a light in Mrs. Rogers old house as she's washing her cup from her three am coffee fix.

She prays to the gods that whoever moved there is nothing like Mrs. Rogers.

...

For the first few days, she makes a game out of guessing how the new occupant looks like.

What they are like.

As far as she can tell, they have no problem with loud music.

(She hasn't gotten a single complain over it so far.)

They're clean as hell.

(She saw Mrs. Rogers's trash the other day, whoever moved in there thoroughly cleaned the house.)

They're loners.

(Not once has she heard a single sound coming from that house in the three days since the occupant moved in.)

Her guess work is put to a stop on Thursday morning (three am) as she's cleaning her coffee cup.

"It's not healthy you know." Her neck snaps up to meet the eyes of a blonde woman. Her hair in a ponytail, glasses sliding down her face. Her lips are twitching with what Bo assumes is a smile.

"What's not healthy?" She asks, not missing a beat.

"The amount of coffee you take." The woman answers as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Bo smirks and drys her hand, crossing them at her chest. "And how would you know how much coffee I take?"

"Three am, nine am, twelve pm then three am again. It's easy to master. You're a creature of habit."

Bo's chuckle comes from absolutely nowhere and she doesn't know why she doesn't find it frightening that this woman knows her coffee routine. "That's mighty stalkerish of you."

The woman shrugs, "I'm giving you health advice. You can either take it. Or die of caffeine poisoning. Your choice."

Bo arches a brow at the smirk playing on the woman's lips. "Caffeine poisoning?" She asks, her voice laced with doubt, "is that even a thing?"

"Maybe it is maybe it isn't." She shrugs for the second time in as many minutes. "You decide if you want to find out or not."

Then she's gone and the lights to her kitchen are turned off.

And Bo just stands there, smiling.

...

When she leaves work the next day, she swings into the twenty four hour shop and she finds herself reading the information on the coffee packaging.

"Changing brands I see." Ricky, the attendant who's so used to her coming here that they're practically friends, says.

She shrugs as she places the money for the coffee in his hands. "I'm trying this new healthy thing."

...

"Still with the coffee I see."

"It's a healthier version."

"It's still caffeine."

She smiles with her eyes over the cup. Taking a sip before looking right at the blonde woman. "It's a healthier version."

The woman smiles almost involuntarily, rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen.

Bo waits until the lights switch off to smile.

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