Emmett was all too prepared to apologize to the woman for the fact Rory was currently loudly dismissing her. He could see from the look on her face that she’d failed to understand that Rory was, in actuality, saying hello to her, and he didn’t blame her. Rory had learned her hello’s and goodbyes backwards, a thing Emmett only partially blamed himself for and was sure he could course-correct at some point or another. However, just as he opened his mouth to apologise, she began to smile.
As a smile appeared on her face, Emmett quickly began to relax and allowed a smile of his own to be directed at the young woman. This was all despite the fact Emmett currently felt like he was kind of going to die (and no, he wasn’t being dramatic) when he realized the woman in front of him was exceedingly pretty. Attractive women in a strictly non-professional sense had always been kind of… intimidating to Emmett. And the woman really was very pretty. It didn’t help in the slightest when she stepped forward to begin entertaining Rory, calling her ‘gorgeous’.
"It’s really - it’s no - I mean, what kind of jerk would I be to… not… hold the door?" he started, somewhat awkwardly. He felt his cheeks grow red and looked down at Rory, who had taken time out from grasping at the woman’s finger to glare at Emmett, as though to reaffirm he was the stupidest man in the world.
"I mean, that’s alright?" he said, it sounding more like a question than a statement. He glanced down at Rory, who had turned back and begun to softly headbutt the woman’s hand.
"Rory! Rory, sweetheart, don’t do that." Emmett insisted with a stern voice, only for the young girl to look back up at Emmett again in annoyance. He laughed, gently smoothing a hand over the girl’s head.
"Sorry about her." he said, directing that particular phrase toward the woman. "She’s excitable."
Millicent couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips at the little girls’ excitable behaviour and the way she was grasping onto her finger. Although she always seemed to be filled with that same feeling of guilt and sadness when seeing a baby, it was often pushed out by amusement or fondness and the familiar warming of her heart. Already, she was completely endeared by the child in front of her, finding her downright adorable, from the bright blue colour of her eyes to to the small tufts of red hair sticking out from under her hat to the way she was comically staring at her father in what seemed to be, if Millicent didn’t know any better, judgment.
She turned to the man with a soft smile on her face as he stuttered his way through a reassurance that there was no need to thank him but for Millicent, who had been brought up on manners and had been told that it wasn’t wrong for her to expect chivalry from a man, she couldn’t help but shake her head although not in an unkind manner.
"No really," she argued gently. "This is New York, it’s not like people here are known for their manners. With some exceptions of course, you being one of them so thank you. It was getting heavy out there anyway."
She glance out at the street where the sidewalk was now slick with rainwater that she had just barely missed and she brushed her damp hair bangs out of her eyes with a free hand so she could smile properly at the father and daughter. She did notice the little girl looking at her a little quizzically, probably because of her accent that she refused to lose since moving to New York with Victor but she seemed to forget about it soon enough and began butting Millicent’s hand with her head.
A delighted laugh exited Millicent’s mouth and she raised a hand to cover her mouth when the man gently scolded the little girl. She didn’t want to step in the way of his parenting after all, even if she honestly didn’t mind the little girl’s behaviour.
"It’s perfectly alright," she reassured him before reminding herself to tone typically ‘lofty’ expressions. She’d been told before that it made her seem a little airy and uppity, especially paired with her accent, and that was the last thing she wanted to come across as so she was eager to change the subject.
"Rory’s a lovely name," she commented. "It reminds me of Gilmore Girls. I used to make my cousins watch that with me all the time and now I’m pretty sure they hate it.” She chased her words with a small laugh.
If I sometimes accidentally represent the homeless community of New York, I think I should put it to use by showing up to Tiffanys every now and again.
It’s like you’re trying to give my boss a heart attack!
I try my hardest, honestly.
Oh, I know you do. It’s both funny and mean.
When I pick Millie up from work, sometimes I just hover by the jewellery counters for as long as I can whilst she’s getting ready to leave to make the other employees really nervous and shifty. And then I piggyback her outta there.
You reeeaaaaally scare them.
Emmett had spent a lot of time in a lot of cities, but one thing that never failed to amaze him was just how bitter the winter seemed to be in New York City. When the rain came down, it really came down. He and Rory had been taking a stroll through the city when the extreme weather case had begun, running a few simple errands that had taken longer than the man expected. This was due to the fact people continually stopped him every now and again to coo over the small child in his arms. Despite being scarcely nine months old, Rory was already prone to attention, and sat up attentively in his arms as various women approached him, asked her name and age and commented on what a pretty baby she was. It turned out, with Rory in tow, simple errands were no longer deemed ‘simple’.
The doctor had been vaguely aware of the weather forecast for that day, hence why the young child was donned in one of her many coats, as well as a hat pulled over what little, shockingly red hair she had. He had only meant to be out half an hour, but still, her cheeks were growing red with the cold and he was sure that underneath her gloves, her tiny fingers would be frozen. Emmett wasn’t well dressed for the cold himself, having on only a coat and a beanie slung lazily over his messy hair in forms of winter wear. Rory was now sulkily nuzzling into his neck, a quiet protest against the bitter chill of wind and the rain that was forecast to come. He patted her back gently with his free hand, silently worrying about the risk of Rory developing a cold. That certainly wouldn’t look good when the social worker came to visit.
The first few drops of rain were just beginning to fall from the sky as Emmett crossed the road, wanting to speed up to a jog but worried about further upsetting the already very grumpy little girl in his arms, and by the time he reached the door of the hotel he was aiming for, the rain was coming down pretty hard. He took the brunt of it, Rory protected by her coat and hat, and quickly he slipped inside when the child suddenly cried out, alarming Emmett and causing him to spin around abruptly.
"Bye, bye!" Rory shrieked, delighted, as Emmett quickly caught sight of a young woman running after him. She looked thoroughly sodden, and was calling over the roar of the weather to him, presumably to keep the door open so she too could come inside. Emmett moved to catch the door with his foot, as it was already swinging shut, and once he’d gotten ahold of it, moved to secure it with his hand. Rory was looking around her wildly now, still chirping happily in his ear and clenching and unclenching her chubby fingers in a kind of wave at the stranger.
"Bye, bye!" she called again, utterly elated as she waited for the wet stranger to respond to her odd form of a ‘hello’. Emmett blushed furiously, wanting to shush the young girl, but he’d noticed how happy she’d become all of a sudden, and reluctant to ruin her fun, allowed her to continue.
As soon as the spoke on Millicent’s umbrella had nearly poked her in the eye when it shot out of place as soon as she pushed it open, she immediately ducked out the way and shoved the umbrella into the nearby trashcan, knowing it was no use to her now, just like all the other umbrellas she had bought in the past that had barely lasted more than a month. She simply pulled her trenchcoat further around her and turned the collar of it up even though that really didn’t do much for protecting her from the rain but she had no other option. It was rush hour, when everyone else was finishing work just like her and she doubted there would be any free taxis going so she would just have to walk and pray that the droplets of rain that were falling wouldn’t get any heavier.
She sped up her pace along the sidewalk, not even bothering to stop for her usual pretzel as she knew that another second outside meant another second away from her onesie and Grey’s Anatomy boxset and she planned on doing nothing else tonight except force Tessa to marathon the show with her. Rain never put Millicent in a good mood and she wanted to get out of it as fast as possible.
As she walked, she noticed a small hat-covered head in front of her, peeking over the shoulder of the man carrying her and as she took in the sight of the baby girl in front of her, a melancholy smile made its way onto Millicent’s face as she wondered what her own daughter would be like now. She hadn’t wanted to know anything about her. What her name was, how she was settling in with her new parents. She hadn’t heard hide nor hair from her baby’s adoptive parents ever since the birth and it was at her own request. Normally, she wouldn’t be so sad about it but only a few days had passed since the little girl’s eighth birthday and the sigh of the infant in front of her caused her heart to twist painfully.
Momentarily distracted, she didn’t notice the way the rain had begun to fall harder until she noticed the man in front of her suddenly divert his path and was brought back to the present moment. Suddenly, she felt the rain begin to hammer down on her and knew at once she would be able to make it home in this weather without catching some sort of ailment so she immediately took note of what the man carrying the little girl had done and followed him towards the expensive looking hotel.
"Hold the door, please!" she called after him, grateful when he seemed to hear her over the rain. She ran after him and into the lobby of the hotel and peeled her hair away from her forehead where it had been plastered there by the rain.
Once her vision was clear, she was met by the sight of the same little girl opening and closing her hand into a fist as a wave of sorts, the sound of ‘bye-bye!’ coming from her. Confused at first, Millicent eventually realised that the infant was actually saying ‘hello’ to her and at once, a genuine smile appeared on her face. Completely endeared she raised her hand in a small wave back, before stepping forward so the youngster could grab ahold of her finger.
"Bye-bye to you too, gorgeous," she cooed, before turning to what was presumably the little girl’s father. "Thank you, by the way! For holding the door."
Does that mean you’re going to bring me a Corgi and some ice cream?
And the big eyes.
They can be killer sometimes.
Well you’re a pretty impossible person to lie to, sweetheart.
It’s the pout.
Sometimes lies just happen, missus.
I think I’ve gotten pretty good at calling you out when you’re lying though.