"Miss Schnee, you have a call on line three. It's Mr. Marigold from the shipping company in Atlas. Should I put him through?"
"Tell him if his offer for shipping costs is the same as in the agreement his assistant sent over, not to even bother attempting to waste my time. If he comes to his sense, he can leave a message. I have something of grace importance that requires my attention this evening and I'm leaving the office as we speak." Weiss quickly continues gathering her laptop and other items, placing them in her work bag.
"Understood, Miss Schnee. Enjoy your evening."
As soon as the call ends, Weiss takes a moment to look around her desk to see if she's forgotten anything. Her phone. Tossing it into the pocket of her coat, she heads out, locking her office door on the way.
Her destination for the first part of the evening was only one block over from the office, even though it was fairly cold, she had opted to walk.
"Didn't think you would make it on time. I thought you would be at least a few minutes late."
The voice behind her startles her slightly, but it's familiarity instantly eases the worry.
"I wouldn't miss this evening for the world."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah, now let's go. It's freezing."
Blake pulls open the door and Weiss rushes into the shop, where they are immediately greeted by the owner.
"My two favorite ladies!"
"Hello Mr. Port." Blake says as she pull at the fingertips of her gloves, removing them and placing them in her coat pocket.
"to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Just our usual this evening, thank you."
"You got it." He begins grabbing plates and slicing pieces of pie for them. "No special occasion this evening? I know you two don't come visit for nothing."
"Maybe we just missed you a little bit." Blake teases as she pays for the two slices of pie, and Weiss grabs them from the counter top.
"Yeah, yeah sure."
They sit down at their usual table, along the window and Mr. Port brings them each a coffee as well.
"On the house, in honor of being my favorite customers and all."
After thanking him for the coffee, Weiss takes a small bite of her apple pie, savoring its rich sweetness.
"So, how do you feel?"
"I'm not really sure." Blake looks pensive, as she takes a bite of her chocolate silk pie. "I thought it would be this huge wave of accomplishment but it really just feels like any other Thursday."
"Well, if completely your residency after three long years isn't so satisfying, maybe I'll just take that chocolate pie from you so you don't spoil our tradition." Weiss reaches out to grab the edge of Blake's plate and pull it away from her.
"Hey now." Blake quickly pulls the plate back towards herself, protecting it. "I don't think so, I worked many hours, saved many lives, for this pie."
"You did it all for the pie, huh?"
"Absolutely. You know how good this pie is."
"I do, which is why you should let me have some." Blake watches carefully as Weiss hovers her fork over the plate, picking away a respectable size bite.
"You're lucky I love you more than this pie."
"Is that so? And here I was, worried that after four years together, I would be cast aside for a slice of chocolate silk pie from Port's bakery."
The melodrama laced in Weiss' voice is enough to make them bother break and start to laugh.
"Really though, I am proud of you. I mean, I always am, but today is just a little extra."
"I'm glad to know that you an be proud of me."
Based on the blush creeping across her cheeks, Weiss knows Blake is always appreciative but somewhat uncomfortable receiving compliments so she doesn't press further.
After finishing their desserts, the only sound to be heard is the clanking of silverware on the edges of plates.
"Ready to head home?" Weiss asks, and all Blake can do is nod.
They had moved in together when Blake started her residency. Ruby had ended up moving to Vale around the same time and had taken Blake's place as Yang's roommate.
Their new apartment was larger than the one Weiss had when she lived alone. And of course, Weiss loved that Blake had given her free reign with decorating.
But in the end, they had settled into a new home together that reflected both of their styles and personalities.
"You better not put your cold feet on my legs when you get in this bed."
"And what if I do?" Weiss manages to mumble while brushing her teeth.
"I'll sleep on the couch and you will have to stay in here and freeze to death with those icicle toes on your own." Blake says matter of factly, though the threat is entirely empty.
As Weiss crawls into bed, her phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand, signaling a new message has arrived.
She reaches over, her brow furrowing as soon as she sees the sender's name.
"What's wrong?"
"My mom. She wants me in Atlas. Says it's urgent, she's sending the company plane to come get me tomorrow morning."
"Can I come with you?"
"I don't see why not. Are you sure you want to go?"
"I have the next ten days off anyways, not like I had any plans. And I've never been to Atlas, will be fun."
"You know how cold it is there, right?" Weiss teases, as she puts her cold feet on Blake's legs, making her whine in complaint.