I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
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+ darcywho

Corkscrew || OPEN

darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha stands on the other side of the door, bottle of wine in hand. She’s had a hellish day, but her cover requires greeting the new neighbour across the hall. Damn Natalie Rushman to hell.

Forcing on the soft, media-perfect smile, she knocks, adjusting her stance to something suitably casual. Please let this be a middle aged man she can flash a smile and some cleavage at before retreating to her own apartment.

She trudged to the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole. The sooner she could get this over with the better. Straightening up, she unlocked the door and swung it open. Whatever she’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t the redhead standing in front of her. 

“Uh, hi?” She blinked. Darcy wasn’t entirely sure what else to say. She was still trying to remember where she put that damned corkscrew. 

Natasha might have wished for the man, but the woman before her she couldn’t have conjured up even in her own mind. However, the smile stays perfectly in place, used to greater surprise than even the sight before her. “Hi there,” she responds, perfectly composed. “I live across the hall, just moved in. Natalie Rushman.” She offers her hand, displaying the bottle of wine in the other.

“I prefer to know my neighbours - the city can be so impersonal,” she improvises, wondering at the words. Why is she inviting conversation? “I thought we might have a companionable drink, if you’re willing?”