I wrote @coyg-81 a Feltson drabble just because. She is an enabler.
Setting: Emma’s Oxfordshire flat
Her boyfriend Mack is visiting her from Northern California. She’s about to start more press for The Circle, so they wanted to squeeze some time together in. He makes her breakfast, and there is a knock at the door.
“Delivery for Miss Watson. Please sign here."
She takes the massive bouquet and places them on the foyer table and opens the envelope.
Happy Birthday. I was torn between getting you peonies and anemones, which I remembered were your favourite, but I settled on yellow roses because they mean friendship, and you looked beautiful in the film. It was great seeing you again.
She bites her nails no knowing how to react. Mack calls her into the kitchen letting her know breakfast is ready. He’s prepared whole grain pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee. A bit too healthy for the mood she’s in. She honestly would have been happy with a can of beans and toast.
"Who was that?” Mack asked, pouring her a cup of coffee.
“Oh, just a delivery. I got flowers for my birthday.”
“May I ask from whom?”
She nervously stabs her pancakes with her fork and clears her throat. “Oh, um. From Tom.”
“Hanks, Hiddleston, or Felton?”
She laughs at this because she does have quite a few Toms in her life. “Felton. The card was quite sweet, actually. He said he was going to send me my favorite flowers, but instead sent yellow roses because of the symbolism of friendship.”
“Oh,” Mack says deadpan.
Emma could Mack tense as he grew silent. He didn’t have anything to worry about, did he? She and Tom had only recently started talking again, well, outside of their group texts. So much time had passed since they were teenagers. Wow, had it been ten years since she told him she was going to uni in the States? He didn’t take it well. They were finally taking the steps beyond friendship, and she ruined it. At the time, it felt like the best decision for her personal growth, but seeing him finding comfort in another woman destroyed her for years. She became a serial monogamist. From one serious relationship to the next, but never settling down to get married. But he did the same thing, didn’t he? Leaving for LA, in a serious relationship, never marrying…She wonders, did he ever even think of proposing? They were together for years.
“Emma.” Mack snaps her out of her train of thought.
“Oh, sorry. My mind was on the next press tour,” she lied.
Her iPhone buzzes as a text comes through. She looks down, and it’s from Tom.
TF: Hey Em. It’s 1 a.m. here in Vancouver, but since I’m up, I thought I’d wish you happy birthday. Did you get my gift?
She smiles and replies.
EW: Yes, they are lovely, but I would have been happier with the peonies and anemones
EW: How did you remember?
TF: You always had a fresh bouquet in your dressing room. They smelled so lovely. I don’t know. Just stuck with me.
Mack grows uneasy with his girlfriend completely ignoring him while she texts
TF: I just wrapped for the season. I’m heading to my mum’s for a week before heading back to Venice Beach. Will you be around? Maybe catch up for dinner or drinks?
EW: Actually, I’ll be in LA 25 April. Want to meet up then?
TF: Yeah. Brilliant. Do we want to invite some friends?
Emma thinks about this, and she’s been to party after party over the past month or so. She could do with a night in.
EW: Could we actually do something low key? Like a bottle of wine on my hotel balcony?
TF: what about my place? I have a great view of the beach.
EW: sounds perfect. I’ll text you later with details. Thanks again for the flowers.