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Thursday 4:43am
Rose:
Shane!
Shannneeeee!!!
Wow you are so bad at picking up your phone
Ignore that mysterious boyfriend of yours for a second and answer me!
Shane:
Hello Rose.
I’m doing great, Rose. Thank you for asking, Rose. How are you doing Rose?
Rose:
Yeah yeah yeah
Shane:
Isn’t it like 4am where you are? Why are you awake?
And why do I have 23 missed calls from you?
Rose:
Unfortunately, I’ve been up since the ungodly hour of 3am.
Shane:
Ah.
Reshoots for the stupid movie you’re still not allowed to tell me about?
Rose:
Unfortunately
Also don’t act like I’m the ridiculous one when Montreal is only an hour ahead of me. Ur the one who is willingly awake at 5am on ur day off.
Shane:
Uh huh.
Are you going to tell me what’s freaking you out so much or can I go on my run in peace?
Rose:
Shane. Darling.
You went out last night. For dinner. With Svetlana Vetrova.
Ilya Rosanovs girlfriend/ex/something
You realise the internet is freaking out right?
Shane:
Oh.
Oh no.
It’s not what it looks like.
Believe me Rose it's really really not. I would never.
Rose:
Don’t worry, Shane, I know.
Believe me I am very well aware of how bad you are at dates with girls.
Shane:
Ok, first of all, rude.
Second, why are you texting me then?
Rose:
Well, for one I wanted to warn you so that you could hopefully make sure everything's all good with that man of yours before he saw it online.
Shane:
Oh.
It's fine.
With him.
He knows her.
Rose:
Oh?
Shane:
Its a long story.
Also kind of not mine to tell.
Rose:
Oooh mysterious.
I like that. I want that.
Shane:
???
Rose:
Shane
Darling
Come on
Shane:
What?
Rose:
Do I really have to spell it out?
Ugh
I want her number.
Shane:
…
No.
Rose:
Awww, come on!!
Pretty please?
Shane:
Dare I ask why?
Rose:
I want to meet her!
Shane:
That is not happening.
I think the very idea of it just gave me chills.
Rose:
What, don't you trust me?
You don’t trust your very best friend?
Your number one pal?
Shane:
Mmh.
Nope.
Also fairly certain Haydens is my best friend.
Rose:
Fine. Best friend outside of hockey.
Shane:
Mmh.
Sure.
I’ll give you that.
Rose:
Oh how very gracious of you.
Also!
I am shocked!
Offended!
Horrified!
Never has my honour been so gravely insulted!
I have been wounded, good sir.
I shall never recover from this.
Shane:
Oh dear.
Oh no.
The horror.
Don’t worry, I'll come to your funeral.
Rose:
Oh thank you ever so kindly.
Shane:
I’m still not giving you her number though.
Rose:
Ok, but there's one thing you haven’t considered.
Shane:
What's that?
Rose:
She’s really fucking hot Shane.
Shane:
…
Is that meant to convince me?
Rose:
You're the worst.
I hate you.
(Just joking, I love you. But I still want that number.)
Shane:
Never going to happen.
(Love you too)
Friday 7:32am
Rose:
So, question
Shane:
Yes?
Rose:
How does this mysterious man of yours know Svetlana Vetrova
Daughter of Sergei Vetrov
Friend of Ilya Rosanov
Shane:
Ah.
Hold on.
Give me a second?
Rose:
Sure?
Shane:
Are you alone right now?
Rose:
Yeah
Why?
Shane:
I'm going to call.
Video call started at 7:56am
Video call ended at 8:08am
Shane:
Thank you.
For being cool about this.
Rose:
Oh Shane
I am so not being very cool about this
But I have your back
Even if this is the most insane bit of information ive ever had.
Thank you for trusting me with this
Shane:
I would have told you sooner, but it wasn't just my secret
Rose:
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
Don’t apologise for that.
I completely get it.
Shane:
Thanks
Rose:
I hope you know that you have to introduce me properly next time we are all in the same city.
I can scout out some discreet spots if you’re up to going out!
Dinner at yours would also be great!
Up to you!
Shane:
Definitely dinner.
Maybe to the going out thing.
I'll think about it.
Friday 12:32pm
Shane has added Rose to the chat
Shane has added Lily to the chat
Shane has added Sveta to the chat
Shane:
You know.
I’m probably going to regret this.
But how would we all feel about going out to dinner in Boston this weekend?
Rose:
Yay!
I can’t wait to meet you both properly!
Sveta:
Oh?
I see Rose is as sweet as her namesake. I will be at this dinner, Shane. I must meet the beautiful woman who makes Ilyusha pout like a baby.
Lily:
…
Dinner is off. Moya lyubov, I fear we may have made a grave mistake.
Shane:
Probably, yes.
But you’re coming to that dinner, Ilya.
Sveta:
There is no escape, Ilyusha.
Rose:
I’ve already booked my flight and told my agent!
Lily:
…Blyat