Hello, Stark, this is Jon Sims. The, um, property manager for your apartment. I met a woman named Faye who was apparently replacing your lock, and I just wanted to verify that you were aware of and okay with it.
Also, if you wouldn't mind, I should probably keep a new key on file in case of emergencies, if that would be okay. I'll be in my flat today if needed.
Stark. Hey. Listen, I'm real glad you decided to pick up a shift at the clinic again, it's been great working with you. But, uh, I'm actually heading back home, so... I'm sure it'll be in great hands with you and Libby and the rest of the staff. Good luck!
Incoming text! If words on a screen could managed to convey excitement and victory, this text was definitely doing its best to do so!
Stark! It's Summer, and I have good news! Remember what I said about totally needing a spa date? WELL WE GOT ONE. THIS WEEK. THE TENTH. I've pulled some strings and got us a spot, so that me, you, Rey, and Annie can enjoy some MUCH needed US time and I swear you will be a new man!
There was a pause, before that was quickly followed with:
Not really a new man. You'll still be you, you'll just feel better. I hope. it'll be really nice, anyway, so I hope you can still make it! ❤️❤️❤️
When Stark returned from the trip to France there would be a postcard waiting for him. The picture was of various Portuguese desserts, including Pastéis de Nata. Written on it was:
We've been trying desserts in your honor. They've these custard tarts that are wonderful, even the vegan kind. Hope everything in France is going wonderfully!
It was signed by Steven and, in clearly different handwriting, Watts.
Hi, it’s me, would you be a darling and pick up five bottles of vodka, a bag of cherries and a pint of lube at the store while you’re on your way? Thank you.
Since he was already out and about due to his training that morning and his class soon after it, Prompto figured he'd run some errands and shot off a text to who he THOUGHT was his wife:
Hey, babe, want me to pick up anything for lunch? 💖😘
Look. Sexy morning selfies with very little clothing and expert poses involved sent to her boyfriend when he was away on business to help her kill time while waiting for jello shots to set were a very normal thing for Summer to do, actually.
It was not normal, however, for them to wind up being sent to Stark's phone instead.
That was not what Stark expected as he returned from the radio station that morning. Not at all. That was not what Stark would have expected ever. Not that he objected...
After he was able to think coherently again (which took a rather long while) he managed to send a reply. At least he thought it was a reply.
At some point that Friday afternoon, Stark would be receiving a text from Summer that, unfortunately, did not contain any pictures at all, but a simple:
hey srry i need to take a raincheck on that sangria, annie literally just got back from her weird time briefcase thing
There was a little bit of a delay in Summer's response, but not too long, before all her attention was definitely going to be commandeered by her bestie.
she's fine. there was an apocalypse
You know, no big whoop.
save them maybe?
She really didn't need sangria and ice cream and cupcakes going into her stomach right now, ohmygod. And even she would feel bad eating Stark's cupcakes without Stark.
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