~a/n~ This is a TomIly (Foss/Emily) fic. It's.. Random. You've been warned.
Tom sat hunched over his booth, nervously checking his watch. Kyle had said to meet him at THE RACK of all places. (He hated enclosed spaces like this) Coffee was okay though.
"Where is that girl..?" a familiar voice spoke, taking off her shades to look around her. Tom stared back. Emily Hollander; no doubt looking to meet Jessi. Damned Kyle.
"Tom, is that you?" she called as his booth had come into view. He couldn't help but to smile back at her, standing himself. "Yeah, hey Emily.." he said quickly. Eyes darted for an exit.
The pieces seemed to click in her head at about that time. He saw the recognition; Jessi & Kyle had set them up.. on a date? That's different.
She turned her head towards Tom; He hoped she couldn't see it. That would only turn out badly. But she smiled, mischief akin to a girl more his; He could hardly think the words Godson without missing Adam, 's age would wear.
If Tom Foss had ever had a best friend, the eccentric but kind Adam Baylin had been it. He didn't believe he would ever stop missing his only true friend. Kyle had told him once that he could understand, that he would never stop missing Declan, should the boy ever himself leave this world. Foss believed that. Kyle was Adam & Declan was Him, and hopefully.... this story would end up better than His.
But the smile. It made Him smile as well. And suddenly he wasn't Foss. He wasn't an ex-military Rescue&Torture agent. He was Tom, & this was Emily.
"Listen, I think we have been set up here. How about i buy you a cup of coffee, so the trip wasn't wasted." he said, gesturing to one of the counter-boys.
Emily took off her jacket & laid it across the chair back, sitting down herself. "I'd like that. Maybe we have more in common than our tolerance for the 'Matchmakers'"
Tom smiled, and joined Emily for a cup of coffee. For the next 25 minutes, Tom Foss would be worry free. And Happy.
Miles away, back at the Trager home, Kyle & Jessi shared a grin.