"Courtney?" She heard a low voice ask as she looked up from her stack of papers overtaking her desk. She moved aside the case file she had been currently working on, sliding it across the clutter that lived on the wooden desk and brought her attention to the man in front of her. At first she didn't recognise the voice, Courtney had a long day, just like any other. Being a lawyer meant that she rarely got a good night's sleep, especially when she was the type of perfectionist who couldn't rest until all was done.

Her brown eyes with purple bags beneath them met a pair of green, familiar eyes. It had been so long since she saw him, even though they had barely talked at all before anyway. She quickly moved her hair out from her face and painted a smile as she stood up to greet the man.

"Trent? Is that you?" She asked in a hopeful manner. Sure, it was never usually a good thing running into your former castmates. However Trent was one of the few people Courtney didn't particularly hate, and vice versa. They both had their obvious flaws but they both had a weird type of respect for one another. She guessed that's what happens when your ex gets with the person they told you not to worry about.

"Yep, it's me." He gave an awkward smile and raised his hand to his head, a nervous habit he had picked up along the years. He stared at her for a while, awkward silence. Before he spoke up again. "So uh, how are you Courtney? Didn't expect to see you here."

"I'm good, I'm good. Finally achieved being a lawyer!" *She gestures to all her paperwork with her arms and lets out a small laugh* "Lot of work though. I just started working at this office last week. So things are still pretty unorganised." The messy workspace was usually unlike Courtney. Trent remembered her as one of the most organised and hardworking people he had ever met. Things were different now though. Years had passed. "So uhm, what exactly are you doing here? Sorry but there's no way you are a lawyer." She spoke with confusion. Surely Trent had become somewhat of a successful musician by now right? He never seemed like the serious job type.

Trent chuckled before he responded. "Yeah, no. Just visiting my dad on his lunch break to drop off some files he left behind." He glanced over at his father, a few desks down, buried in his work, not even noticing his son. "You wouldn't catch me dead in a place like this- Er, no offence." He hesitated at the last sentence, remembering the former CIT's fiery temper and not wanting to unleash it.

Instead of getting angry, Courtney just gave an awkward smile once again. "None taken. I assume you're some kind of musician now anyway. What was that band called?" She says, reminiscing about the days when the Drama Brothers had formed. "The one with Cody, Justin and.. Harold." Those names didn't bring back any good memories for Courtney, especially not Harold's. Courtney had moved on from the show a long time ago, but thinking about her season one elimination and being rigged out still did sting a little.

"The Drama brothers you mean?" Trent Questions, leaning against Courtney's desk a little. "Yeah, we are still together. Just got back from the European leg of a tour. It's chill." Courtney looks to Trent leaning on her desk and raises her eyebrow, Trent notices this and immediately stands up straight again. "Anyway, yeah. The big musician dream did come true, and I can see the big lawyer dream of yours did too. We both made it, it seems."

They both look away for a long moment. Sure they had both achieved their ambitions, but to both of them it felt like something was missing still. Neither knew exactly what. They had it all didn't they?

After what felt like a minute, another voice interrupted the united silence between the former reality stars. "Courtney! Have you done those files I asked you for yet?" This snapped them both out of the daydream and they scrambled a bit. Trent backing away, Courtney sorting through her desk.

"Yes Emma! I have them here, Just give me a moment." She yells back. She turns back to the mountain on the desk and shuffles different papers out of the way before she realises the musician is still beside her. "Oh, sorry Trent, I'd love to talk but I do have work right now."

Trent nods understandingly before he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, a piece of paper. "Don't worry, I get it. But hey, if you ever do wanna talk. Text me. I'd be down to meet up again, Courtney." He smiles at her. However, she takes no notice and just snatches the paper from him with a slight nod. With that, she scurries to her co-workers desk to deliver the files.

Trent sighs, feeling defeated. Courtney was an interesting girl. He wondered how life had been treating her, and although their interaction was short, he enjoyed seeing the girl once again. Pressing the ground floor button on the elevator door, he left the office.

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A few weeks had passed and Trent was sitting at a cafe he had visited many times growing up with his family. It was a small but cosy place. The decorated walls filled with paintings gave it a homely feel, paired with the small tables and the amazing food. He stared at the door for a while, which he knew was useless since he had gotten there twenty minutes earlier than the agreed time.

Eventually, the sound of the bell at the door ringing caught his attention. Trent glanced up and saw her. She was wearing business casual attire, he assumed she had just come here from work. Unless that was what she usually wore, which he wouldn't be too surprised at either. He waved at her and stood from his seat.

"Hey Trent." Courtney smiled as she approached the man, the sound of her heels walking against the hard floor filling up the room. At first, she wasn't sure about meeting up with him. Was it meant to be a date, or just a friendly meeting? She didn't know. But soon decided she didn't mind either way. Trent was a nice person. Sure he had his quirks, but who didn't? She certainly had many flaws she had come to accept over the years and tried to work on.

Once Courtney had reached the table, Trent stood beside her and pulled her chair out, waiting for her to sit. Courtney was slightly shocked by this. He was pulling out her chair? She didn't remember the last time a man did that for her. Trent just viewed this as being polite and having good manners. Who wouldn't pull out a chair for a woman? Whether this was a date or not, it wouldn't hurt to be polite and make a good impression for the meeting.

"Thank you…" Courtney responded to the gesture, a tone of uncertainty filling her voice. She quickly pushed any negative thought to the back of her head and waited for Trent to sit. This was nice.

"So, I was thinking that-"

The sun was soon setting, the pair were at the same cafe, talking for hours. They had both lost track of time hours ago. But for once, neither cared. Courtney didn't care that she was messing with her specific routine. Trent didn't care he was late for his duolingo lessons. Both were content. This was nice.

Maybe, neither of them had to feel so alone anymore. They had each other. They would definitely be meeting up again soon.