Scarlett had never been one too sleep in, but nor was she one to ever voluntarily leave a comfortable bed. Maybe it was the lack of sleep she'd had on the plane, maybe it was the sheets that smelt like fresh air. Most likely, it was knowing that she was around David again that had her so relaxed. It was strange, she knew, that she should feel like this about him, especially since it had been so long since they'd been together, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't a romantic kind of feeling, per se, but it was one that she thought could turn into that very quickly, if she didn't keep herself in check. Between Scarlett and David, there were years of history and, even if they hadn't seen eachother in two years, that time hadn't slipped from her memory and she could tell by the way he'd hugged her yesterday, by his body language when he showed her to the guest bedroom, that they hadn't exactly left him, either.
She heard him when he came in, in the morning. He was trying to be quiet, she knew, but he should have known better than that. She'd been awake for a few hours, curled up and comfortable, just staring at the wall and listening to the sounds of the street outside. From the corner of her eye, she could see the clock on the wall and the minutes that ticked along, so she knew what time it was when he came in. He'd been out all night, obviously, and was either sneaking around, or unwilling to wake her up. She decided to give him the luxury of thinking he'd gotten away with it and, after she heard the door closed, ventured outside of her bedroom.
She got up, ate and dressed, wondering the whole time, where had David been last night? It wasn't really her business, she knew, but she was still interested in his life, even if they weren't together. And she worried about him. He had a bit of a habit of getting into sticky situations, almost as much as she did. She dressed in a black peplum top, which accentuated the flair of her hips and was lace at the top, showing off the white marble of her throat and decollatage. Her jeans hugged her toned legs and fitted nicely around her backside in a way she knew would attract attention. Then she topped it off with her fitted leather jacket and a pair of red heels. Her signature colour. Scarlett.
She was late to the meeting, walking in just as words rang out in a voice she recognized instantly. She walked in and stood at the back of the room, behind everyone who was looking up at Diana. She was interested in what her friend was saying and, once she'd finished, walked through the crowd, voice breaking through the chorus of voices.
"Sounds like fun, but personally, I'd have to pass." Her voice rang out, the words spilling from her red lips, which twisted into a smile.
She'd made her way to the front of the crowd and beamed up at her friend. Diana's was another face that Scarlett hadn't seen in two years, one she'd missed almost as much as Davids. It wasn't a good idea to have best friends, or any kind of relationship, when involved with the kind of agency she and Diana had been in, but Scarlett and Diana were about as close as they came.