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font-size: 12px;"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5f455a">"See ya later boss!"</span> The urban twang of Darriel's voice called from behind the front desk. Usually, Tiago would be in his office still. Work was never over with his career. Even as he left for diner with his daughter and best friend, he would have to respond to his emails during bathroom breaks. The man had created a habit of constantly working even when he wasn't in the office. Suffering from Insomnia it often left him with many hours forcefully awake. So of course, he would find things to do, and almost always it was work. <br/>
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Tiago with a limp cigarette hanging from his lips, gave a short wave to his receptionist. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Don't be out too late after work. Enjoy your night."</span><br/>
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He stood momentarily in front of the building. The hushed clicking of his lighter sparked, setting the tobacco stick ablaze. A nice little break before the chaos that was to come. He was thankful for the down time the dinner his daughter planned would give him. Tiago wasn't so keen on the participants however. Irene was fine. They'd known each other since forever, her table manners were now of concrete memory for the vampir. What he didn't like was the thought of Micheal attending. <br/>
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If Gabi could see the way he sneered she would have pinched his arm. His daughter thought his distain was unwarranted but Tiago would argue otherwise. Micheal was a god damn con man. Knowing many Tiago knew how to spot them. A fake at love as much as he was. At least Tiago was honest about it. <br/>
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There was only so much angry pondering he could do. Eventually he would have to sit down with that man. In a weird dynamic of Tiago being her closest male friend, it seemed like he was preparing to give her away. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Gross."</span> Smoke left his mouth and nose as her snorted. Fine leather shoes slapping against wet concrete as he walked. Preparing for his ride on the subway Tiago donned a pair of leather gloves. Flicking his now withered cigarette bud into a nearby trashcan. <br/>
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Irene was a grown woman. She didn't need his approval for anything, though he understood why she would want Tiago to met with Micheal and dear he say it, get along with him. The same reason she introduced him to Fujin. Irene wanted Tiago to get along with the people she liked, romantic and otherwise. <br/>
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For the most part he did. Tiago liked Fujin. Not much could be said for Micheal. So far, at every attempt Gabi has made to invite the two of them only one showed up. Granted, the man also had a busy career. But Tiago was anything if not a stuck-up bastard. A stockbroker for a modeling agency couldn't be all that time consuming compared to what he and Irene did on a day-to-day basis. It was farfetched to say the lease. Sadly, with every declined offer Irene briefly brushes it off as a non-issue. While Tiago's first impression of the man grew worse.<br/>
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A familiar head of dark curls caught his eye, Gabi had already seated herself at a table inside the restaurant. It was a tried-and-true favorite for the small family. When Tiago became a single parent, he was never the best cook so he often took Gabriella to this restaurant which inevitably became their go-to for a quick a delicious meal. Even now as an adult she visited the spot quite often without Tiago or Irene's presence.<br/>
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A delicate hand waved him over. Stooping low, Tiago gave her a small peck on the cheek before seating himself next to her. Big brown eyes surveyed him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5f455a">"Did you eat lunch today?"</span><br/>
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A scoff left his lips, blue hues cut diagonally to meet her brown. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Yes, I ate. Darriel picked me up a sandwich from the deli nearby."</span><br/>
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A frown formed her face, eyes heavy with disapproval. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5f455a">"That's it? You didn't even eat breakfast today, not even a single cup of coffee."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Well, it's better than nothing kid."</span> His glanced around before coming back to Gabi's face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Do you think Michael the mysterious will make his appearance today? Or is he still too good for our company?"</span><br/>
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The frown on his daughter's face only seemed to deepen as she pinched the skin on the back of his hand. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5f455a">"Stop that! Irene said He would come; we can only take her word for it."</span><br/>
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He swiped in hand away, brows bunching as he pretended to be in pain, brown fingers messaging the skin on his hand. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"I don't doubt that's what she<i> thinks</i>. I don't trust him."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#5f455a">"You don't trust anyone aunt Irene dates."</span> The young woman rolled her eyes with a faint shake of her head.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Ah no. I don't distrust everyone she dates just the sketchy ones. Sorry for having critical thinking skills kid."</span><br/>
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She was about to give her retort but Gabi caught sight of something much more interesting. Her face softened and teeth glistening as she smiled. Tiago could only assume Irene had made it safe. How unsurprised he was to see that no dashingly good-looking man was beside her. Once again, the infamous Micheal was too busy for diner. He wondered how often he canceled on dates between just the two of them.<br/>
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As she sat down Tiago couldn't help but notice the set of dangling earrings that swayed when she removed her coat. Sometimes he wondered if they were the only pair of earrings she wore. Tiago was the one that gifted her those same earrings years ago when she passed her bar exam. Sometimes it only felt like yesterday, when Gabi was still a baby and the two of them were fresh into their careers. How fast time went by. Now they were both senior citizens at this point, and his sweet dear Gabi was a full fledge architect for the city.<br/>
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There was a pause, as their waiter arrived. Taking their drink orders before leaving. <br/>
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As Irene mentioned the absences of Michael Tiago had to force himself -with the help of a deadly glare from Gabriella- to not roll his eyes. Instead, he gave Irene shrug before taking his menu. Already knowing the contents within front to back. He needed something to preoccupy his thoughts before they got too loud. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"It's fine. Guess we'll have to wait for another time to see mystery Michael. At least you're here. That's all I care about."</span><br/>
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A sharp elbow jabbed into his side, her looked from over the top of his menu to a rather annoyed Gabi. Tiago only tipped his menu slightly to show his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"Am I wrong? Michael is just a plus one to this three-wheeler anyway."</span> He stated rather matter-of-factly. Which was partially true. For as long as Gabi was alive Tiago with the help of Irene had been there to raise her. Mostly due to Tiago's incompetence about children and basically begging his friend at the time for some help. He could chalk it up to motherly instinct, but Irene agreed rather easily to helping him 45 years ago. They were still friend today so that mattered in some degree.<br/>
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Itching to change the subject blues eyes focused on Irene. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#3b2b38">"So, outside of helping Ashley with appointments, how was work? Zhao?"</span></div><div style="
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