Of Jealousy
They'd run into each other one night at Ricci's. It was late and she and Tony were bundling up as they exited the restaurant. "Eames!" She'd heard behind her. She and Tony turned around to see her partner and his date - shit, what's her name? - approaching. Bobby must have picked up on her loss for words because he smoothly introduced Jessica - right, come on Alex- to Tony. The four stood face to face in the clear night air, Jessica tapping her toes and bundling her glove-clad hands together to ward off the cold. Alex subtly appraised her. She was tall and slim but blessed with a slight curve. She was well-dressed and her dark hair was styled in loose waves. She was exactly how Alex had pictured her partner's type. Beautiful, obviously.
Bobby, meanwhile, ran a less subtle eye up Tony as they shook hands. 5'10" or so, close cropped dark blonde hair. Dressed in slim dark trousers and a button-down that skimmed over his well-developed chest. He had a rugged quality to him - firefighter- Bobby speculated. A good-looking guy, who looked absolutely nothing like he did. Of course.