different souls, similar goals // melissa/atticus blitz

[lance]

It wasn't often that she was summoned for anything other than something maternity related nowadays. But in hindsight, she figured she should have expected it eventually - after all, she had delved into the confusing world of politics not so very long ago. And even more startling, at least to her, she was a candidate with not only a positive public opinion, but a decent chance of not placing last, as well.

And yet even then, the invitation to afternoon tea - neatly handwritten and delivered in the previous evening's mail - by a man she not only barely knew but who also happened to be one of her opponents at the same time mystified her. 

She'd be the first to admit that she knew little in how the structure of politics worked, but she was pretty sure that inviting one's opponent to tea was not a common tradition. 

And yet ultimately, her curiosity won out over her reservations, and that was how she found herself in a modest cafe near the town square, sipping from a cup of jasmine green and waiting for him to show up. 

And show up he did. 

Years of keeping her cool while delivering babies had trained her for this moment, and a warm, polite smile formed from her lips as he sat down across from her. 

"Mr. Lombrary," she began once he had gotten settled. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Short and to the point - if that didn't describe her, then she didn't know what did. 

m e l i s s a   c a t l y n

[ali]

Atticus Lombrary

Atticus wasn't adverse to the rules and the social norms of the political world. He didn't get the hatred between party candidates, or at least, the rift that suddenly had formed between several people who did not know each other before hand but he did understand one thing. If he wasn't going to win, then he had to be sure that at least someone would stand up for what he believed in.

He'd written the letter, inviting her to a public cafe for tea so not to create suspicion, he had not really expected that Ms. Catelyn would come at all. Why would she? She was- for all intensive purposes- his enemy and he were hers so why would she come to the offer of tea. She shouldn't have. That was something he did understand about life- with or without politics merged in with the mix.

Yet, he had still dropped Freya off at the neighbours an hour beforehand, telling her that he wouldn't be long and for her to behave herself before he set off. He took the longer route into the town centre, deciding that if he was a bit late and she wasn't there then she would likely not show but as he rounded the corner where the Cafe was, he saw her sat at a table, already sipping at a cup of tea.

"Good Afternoon Ms. Catelyn" He smiled as he approached and pulled the chair out to sit oppisote her. He had barely taken said seat when she spoke. "You're very to the point Ms. Catelyn," he said, taking the little menu on the table in his hands to examine. "I like that about you-" he said, removing his gaze from the menu to look at her. "Before we get to the formalites though, what would you recommend?" Tea wasn't his strong suit and he hoped that this would break the ice a little.

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