[This is my short little intro to the story, I'll be posting several of these for all of the fanfics I'm thinking of writing :D Excitingness!
I disclaim all rights, I only own Miranda.]
"But it's Valentine's day," Syed whined, running his hands through his black hair.
"Oh," Amira laughed as she tied a stack of flyers together with twine, she flipped her hair and looked him up and down. "And just who did you plan on spending it with?"
No one, he thought because, in actuality he had ice cream and a movie at home waiting for him. The last Valentine day he'd spent with anyone had been Christian, and that was three years ago.
"None of your business," She smirked and finished the bow handing him the heavy stack of papers.
"Who are you spending it with?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Your daughter and I were going to watch a Barbie movie, but my boyfriend invited us to a little get together with some other families." A pang of jealousy hit him, whether it was from that she wasn't going to be alone or that somebody else was shacking up with his ex-wife he didn't know.
"As soon as you hand them all out, you can go and do whatever it is that you do." Syed rolled his eyes and resisted the animal-like urge to hiss at her. Turning on his heel he began to walk towards the train station, several days ago they'd finished spreading flyers all over Albert Square and now he had to ride the tube to nearby towns to publicize. It hadn't been fun.
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He was down to the last few flyers and honestly he was thinking of just throwing them in the trash.
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Christian had woken early that day, even though he had no clients to deal with. Upstairs he heard footsteps and after last nights adventure he wasn't in the mood to do anything today. He stared into his coffee, black and bitter, just the way liked it. His head jerked up as he heard a second set of foot steps just outside the door, if someone was here he didn't want them ringing the doorbell and disturbing them. Standing up he took the space between him and the door within three strides, the doorknob gave a squeaky turn and the nameless man looked at him with brown eyes.
"Hello," He huffed, not wanting to see anyone but the person upstairs. Really, how hard was it to avoid people these days?
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Syed had just begun to set the flyer on the welcome mat when the door swung open, Hi, I'm Syed Masood, I work with my ex-wife selling fitness equipment. Sorry for throwing one of these ugly pieces of publicity onto your doorstep, but she's making me.
Those eyes, those green - so very, very, green eyes. Even in the grogginess of the early morning he looked just as beautiful as Syed always remembered him to be, aged, but beautiful.
"Christian?
[A short chapter, but it's just an intro, others will be significantly longer.
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