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ThugWorkout wrote:
Dymitrius let out a little chuckle. "That's probably a good idea. Shall I outnyou as a code name in my phone too, just for fun? I might start calling you Albert, we could be old blokes and smoke pipes together." Rubbing his hands together in excitement as their food arrived, he pulled his phone out taking a picture of it. "That's one for the Instagram.." he stuck his tongue out as he uploaded it to his Instagram. Taking her phone he added his number into it and then took her number in his phone, adding her name as Hayden, just in case anyone started anything dodgy on his phone, much like what the bands had done before. "I like the sound of that. And yeah, we do an open mic night three nights a week, we welcome singers, guitarists, drummers." He bit into his toastie.

Martina cleaned up the kitchen after him, dumping all the dirty washing in the dish washer and putting all the laundry from the washing machine into the tumble drier, humming to herself as she wandered around, doing a few little chores. Flopping herself on the sofa when she was done, she rested her feet up, turning the television on and relaxing. So glad she had booked the week off work. Rosita shrugged, staring up at him as she thought about it. Taking the smoothie she took a big slurp. Well, that was pretty delicious she had to admit. "What, did Mom tell you to come up here or something? Whatever, you can come in, just don't touch any of my stuff." She let him in, leaving the door open, sitting back down in her chair. "So.. was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about or.."

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Hailee snorted a little with laughter, "now I feel like we are secret agent spies. Or we could be old blokes, but then we should probably get a newspaper and moan about how the economy is in a state and how technology is ruining the world." she laughed playfully, moving her hair behind her ear as she watched him take a picture of his food for instagrams. God he was hot, it was totally unfair. If this was a day out with Marcus the table would be surrounded by a few of his friends and there would be no time for taking silly instagram pictures of food. "I miss having my own personal instagram. I've only got one for my photography." she said with a small sigh but her face perked up when her food was placed infant of her, "well perfect, I'll come along to one of those to finish off the collection of images. Plus, would be funny to see you on the open mic." she smirked, before digging in to her food.

Finlay mentally noted the look of satisfaction on Rositas face when she took a sip out of the smoothie - she totally liked it. He strolled into her room, plopping himself down in the other chair in her room, "No, no she didn't send me up here." he laughed a little, ruffling his hair about as he gazed around her room. He noted the trophies in her room, she must be into some sort of sports or something, "well I'd love to know what those trophies are for up there," he nodded his head towards them, not daring to get back up and touch them incase he got in trouble from her. She reminded him so much of Martina it was ridiculous, the way she moved and the sassy way she spoke. I wonder who your dad is? He thought to himself, and I wonder how many of his features you have. His mind trailed off for a moment before snapping back into reality.

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Dymitrius couldn't help but smirk as he chewed on his sandwich, taking a big slurp from his delicious milkshake. It felt nice, being able to spend quality time with someone who actually wanted to hang out with him. Was this a date? He didn't even know what to class it as. All he knew was that it was fun. "Well I was gonna keep it a secret but I guess you know now, you can't tell anyone though I'm supposed to be an undercover spy." He joked, digging into the onion rings once finished on his sandwich. "Hmm, the only way you're gonna get me on that stage is if I have you singing along beside me. I'm that awful I need your angelic voice to help me."

Rosita carried on typing away at her laptop, chatting to a few of her friends and barely listening to him. Her mom had had a few guys, ever since she ciukdnreslly remember, but no one had ever lasted. Only some made it to the house. Even fewer got along with Rosita. Twitching her freckled nose, she turned her head over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes, looking from her trophies, back to Finlay. "I do judo four times a week, but I'm a cheer leader too. I'm in the mini athletics team t school, when I go to secondary school mama wants me to get a scholarship, whatever that means." Shrugging casually, she looked down at her hands. A little bit nervous. She never liked talking about herself.

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Hailee gave a fake, over dramatic gasp at his comment, "you need to show me all your spy gadgets now! you can't just let me out you without letting me in on all the dirty little secrets that surround the job." she giggled playfully before biting into her food. She paused for a moment before smirking, "okay, deal. I'll need a few shots in me before I can get up there but I'll sing with you. But you better not chicken out otherwise that butt tattoo of yours is going to be very embarrassing." she said with a wink, before going back to her food. She was starving so the food was quickly devoured.

~fast forwarding here~

Finlay was incredible nervous about taking Martina round to his mother but he knew that she wouldn't give away his current relationship status, mainly because his mum was unable to remember anything about his fiancee. As of six months ago all mention of Lauren seemed to go in one ear and out the other, as sad as it was Finlay just stopped taking his lady round to his mum so that it didn't upset either of them. Standing outside the front door he turned to Martina, "this is going to be hard, and if she doesn't recognise you please try not to get too disheartened. She will still love to hear all about your life, she just misses having company." he said with a sad smile before pushing the door open and letting her in "oh mother, I am home!" he called through.

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Dymitrius nodded wiping his hand softly on a napkin once he was f she'd, he leaned back in his seat, glancing down at his phone screen to check the time but his eyes diverted straight back to her. "I can more than help you with the shots, we have a toffee apple vodka I'm sure you'll enjoy, and then we can kick it all off with a brilliant duet. And then you ca tattoo my butt because I'm not letting you get out of this, I hope you know." Raising an eyebrow at Hailee, his mouth spread into a grin, reaching his hand over and delicately lacing his fingers with hers, giving her hand a little squeeze. "Okay no should have to tell me, whats your most embarrassing tattoo? Any one you hide because you hate them that much?" He asked, glancing up and down her arms at the Ines he could actually see.

Martina was clutching a scrapbook of things she had collected together, a few pictures and letters, some things from her past ten years that she could talk about with her. Maybe spike some memories. She had to admit, her stomach was full of nervous butterflies and she just hoped she didn't resent her from hiding her granddaughter from her all these years. Would she even remember that conversation? She squeezed Finlay's hand encouragingly. "It's okay.. it's been ten years. I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't remember me. I'm just glad you want me to see her again. It means a lot to me." Taking her shoes off at the front door, she followed him through, a big smile on his lips. "Hey Cynthia.. nice to see you again." She went and sat by her, hesitantly taking her hand and squeezing it. She was just like she remembered.

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Hailee sipped on her very strawberry milkshake, her eyes completely fixated on Dymitrius even when they weren't talking. He was ridiculously attractive and kind and just everything she could of ever wanted in a person. "toffee apple vodka huh? that sounds surprisingly nice" she said with a smirk before laughing, "you do not want me tattooing you on the same night, at least not if I'm drunk! " she laughed, a genuine laugh. It had been so long since she had felt like this around someone. "most embarrassing huh?" she paused for a moment, thinking about it, "the first tattoo I got probably. It was done when I was fifteen and I wanted to be cool so I got the Harry Potter triforce symbol but it was so badly done that once I learned to tattoo myself I did a cover up."

Finlay was so thankful at how much effort Martina had put into the little scrapbook, it would mean a lot to his mum, regardless of if she remembered everything inside. "I'll go and make you up some lunch, give you a two some time together." he said with a smile to his mum before heading out of the room and into the kitchen where he began to prepare some sandwiches.

At first Cynthia was smiling, welcoming her son home before seeing a woman that seemed unfamiliar come out from behind him. "remember to butter both sides of the breath dear" she called through to Finlay before turning to the strange girl, but before she could question who she was she felt the squeeze of her hand and it was like a lightbulb went off in her brain, "oh Martina it's been so long!" she said, reaching her arm up to give her a kind of awkward hug but it came from a place of love, "what have you been doing all these years, huh?"

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Dymitrius couldn't take his eyes off Hailee. He'd never seen a girl like it, the way her hair flowed so effortlessly around her face and down her back, her smile lit up her whole face and her eyes sparkled from the sun beaming through the window of the cafe. There's was no other word he could use to describe her, apart from beautiful. "Okay then you don't have to tattoo me when you're drunk but you definitely have to tattoo me, maybe something to remember the first night we met or something." Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced down at her arm before back at her, pouting before smiling. "Oh man, so I don't even get to see the catastrophe that was your first tattoo, that's disappointing." He joked, standing up he went over to the counter and paid for their meal.

Martina nodded at Finlay, watching him walk off before looking back at his mother, her face lighting up as she recognised her. It felt amazing. After all these years, and everything she went through, she still recognised her. It almost brought tears to her eyes. "I'm so glad you still remember me, I've missed you so much CeeCee." Leaning into her hug she stroked along her aged hand, taking a deep breath. "It's been a long ten years, I have a daughter now, you know. She's grown up and she's such a little madam." She picked up the scrap book and rested it on Cynthia's lap, flicking through the pages, some of when her and Fin were together, others of Rosita growing up. "How have you been? I've not really spoken to you since me and Fin broke up all those years ago, I was scared you'd hate me."

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Hailee was partially thankful that they were leaving the cafe, she was beginning to feel slightly paranoid about the thought of anyone from Marcus' gang seeing her out and about with him. This paranoia was endless and exhausting, but she had no choice but to push through. "we should probably head somewhere a little less populated," she said softly once he returned from paying. She pulled her jacket back over her shoulders and headed into the cold outdoors with him. "as for your tattoo don't you worry, I have something absolutely perfect in mind." she said with a soft, sweet laugh.

Cynthia was overwhelmed with joy to see Martina again after all these years apart, they had formed a close bond over the years and was devastated when her son suddenly broke things off. "I have missed you so much too dearie, it hasn't been the same without my bestie." she chuckled. Bestie was a funny little word that Martina and her had started to call each other just before she stopped coming around. "A daughter.." her words trailed off, her mind working away to decipher the new information, did she know this? Everything was such a blur to her these days it was beyond ridiculous, "how old is your little girl?" she said with a soft smile, gazing down at the scrapbook and smiling at old memories, some of which were so foggy. "I could never hate you, silly. but I'm afraid I've not been well. My mind isn't what it use to be," she said in a sad voice.

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Dymitrius nodded his head slowly as he followed her out, glanced around before slinging his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side. She fitted so perfectly beneath his arm, and all he could see was her beaming little face beside him, and it warmed his heart to lengths he never knew. "We can head back to the bar and you can get on with those pictures if you want to? That way we have some privacy and you can carry out your job you came to do. You'll have to tell me your rates too." He insisted, raising a single eyebrow as he took a couple of the backstreets round the town, back to the other side, doing his damned hardest to ensure they weren't seen. "We should get matching thug tattoos.." he teased.

Martina wasn't sure how much Cynthia could remember, the last thing Martina spoke about was Rosita, about how she was pregnant and wasn't sure what to do. That was the last memory she had with her and now she was unsure on what Cynthia knew still. Letting out a light chuckle, she passed through the pages, some of Finlay and his fiancée, who Martina presumed was his ex. The scrap book had all sorts, in some hope to spark some memories. "She'll be 11 soon. She's a handful, a proper little madam. I suppose she gets that from me though, I can't deny that." She giggled, though it was a nervous giggle, hoping Cynthia wouldn't out two and two together. "I understand.. but that's why I'm here.. Fin said it might help you."

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