Maybe he should have met this woman beforehand or something. You know, the woman he was going to marry in like 10 minutes? It sounded so logical, but that wasn’t for Noah Favreau – of course not. Speaking of Favreau; what the fuck was going on with names here? Some women wanted to keep their names, some wanted to change, others wanted to double-barrel. And he wasn’t going to be Noah Favreau-Drake or Drake-Favreau. Why not? Because it sounded ridiculous. She could do what she wanted, really. Noah’s parents probably would have preferred if she changed her name, so they could call them “The Favreau’s” and they could be adorable and start a family with little baby Favreau’s – just like Noah’s older brother and sister already had. He wasn’t sure why they were so eager to marry him off to whichever woman they could find. Or in this case, whichever woman some company could find.

Noah sat in the lobby on his iPhone, trying his hardest to beat one sonofabitch level on Angry Birds Space. He was biting his lip as he leaned forward in his seat, leaning back with a frustrated moan as the last fucking pig bounced off a rock and didn’t die. Asshole porkchops. He coughed slightly as he felt an itch in his throat, then tried to lean back and look a little more nonchalant as a couple walked by. He didn’t generally care about how other people perceived him, but he was looking up every so often just to see whether this woman was even going to show up. “This woman” being his fiancé.

At least he’d almost made an effort to look like he’d cleaned up? He was wearing a shirt and jacket. He’d lost his tie somewhere and didn’t have the time to look for it. So he thought fuck it, he’d go without. He just hoped this woman wasn’t incredibly picky. Maybe she’d turn up with six suits and wanted him to try on each one – all of varying sizes and colour, and the only one that would fit him would be a yellow one with sleeves that were six feet long. Maybe not. He leaned back a little further and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling, trying to count the stains on the ceiling tiles as he waited for Olivia. Maybe she’d changed her mind. And that’d be fine, for Noah. His parents would probably be more pissed than he was, but he really didn’t care about this marriage. He wasn’t sure how marrying a complete stranger made more sense than just trying to set him up on a date with a neighbour’s friend’s daughter or something. Probably because he kind of sucked ass at dating.

Whatever the case was, Noah was sat waiting and he had gotten bored of the games on his phone. First world problems at its finest. He took his phone back out to check the time and ended up going through his apps again, trying to find any kind of amusement that he could.

Perhaps it was so strange to be preparing for a wedding to a man she'd never met; that she was so emotionally detached from the situation. There had been more passion in her date and encounter with Chris Anderson than there was now, as she prepared for this moment. Connor was off somewhere; probably with her personal assistant. He'd be there for the wedding of course, but Olivia preferred to dress without the distractions of her four-year old son bouncing around. She couldn't help but compare the differences between her marriage to Timothy, and the wedding she was now preparing for.

Her dress was far more simple, none of the ruffles and lace and gems that had gotten in the way of the last one. Olivia liked it better, found it to be more tasteful than anything she'd have worn nine years ago. Her hair was up now, rather than loose and long. She was also not in love with this groom. Not that love necessarily had to factor into the situation. After all, Olivia had loved Timothy - still loved him - and their marriage had not withstood. Still, it was preposterous to be preparing for a marriage right now with someone she'd never known before.

But there was little point to waiting any longer, so she went and gathered up her son, and then in search of her future husband.

When she'd been directed to Noah Favreau, Olivia thought at least he was handsome enough. It was clear, however, that belligerence was etched in every line of his body and while she often appreciated it in a man, she felt a little like a cat who had been rubbed the wrong way. Her hand tightened slightly around Connor's, preventing him from leaping up on the man to grab for his phone. The benefit of her company producing some of the most cutting edge computers, was in having a small son who was eager to use technology.

Olivia forced a smile, and extended her free hand. "Mister Favreau?" She paused. "My name is Olivia Drake. Are you ready?



[OOC: I apologize for the crappiness of the rushed post, don't have much time today. T_T]

He wasn’t prepared for marriage. There was just something about Noah Favreau that didn’t make him marriage material. He didn’t enjoy the company of children and he didn’t like the idea of settling down with a girl. Marriage and having a family of his own really didn’t appeal to him. But apparently he needed a kick up the ass and his parents forced him into this. His brother and sister had gotten married before they turned 25, so apparently Noah was just “abnormal” and needed a special marriage service to find him a wife. He probably would have been better off just lying to his parents and saying he was gay.

Noah looked at the time on his phone. He wasn’t sure when Olivia was meant to be showing up, but he had been here for a while now. He opened it up, re-reading a few emails he’d gotten and deleting any he didn’t need anymore. There was an awful lot of junk on his phone. Spam that he’d left and not deleted. Confirmation emails from websites when he’d paid for something from Amazon and the like. A few emails from companies advertising more of their products. He really should have had two email addresses; one for this kind of shitty spam and another for actually talking to people. Not that he did a lot of conversing over email. Email had overtaken letters, and Facebook had overtaken email. Noah wasn’t sure when he’d last received anything through the mail apart from Chinese take-out menus. And he’d only gotten those because he had pissed off one of his neighbours and they had collected every Chinese take-out menu they could find and shoved them all under his door.

Noah heard footsteps and as he looked up he saw a blonde woman walking over to him. She called his name and held out a hand, and all Noah could notice was the young boy she had with her. He smiled and laughed slightly. Fucking perfect. He knew that this was just a terrible idea. He had even written on his application that he didn’t like kids. Did they do this to screw with people or had his parents sent in a separate application for him entirely and they’d used the one where he said he absolutely loved kids and wanted to have some as soon as possible? Because that would explain it. “I guess I am.” He stood up and looked down to her son again, laughing and shaking his head in amusement. This was perfect. The idea of marriage had never appealed to him, and the idea of fatherhood had even less. Hopefully her son would be entirely detached and wouldn’t want to associate Noah as a dad. Although thinking about it, she’d never actually said that this was her son.

“Is he yours?” He looked across to Olivia as he dropped his phone into his pocket. She was going to say yes. He knew she was. It could have been the case that she had brought her nephew along because he wanted to see his aunt get married or something. Noah knew not to get his hopes up.

An amused smirk replaced her forced smile as the boy stood. Olivia couldn't help thinking of him as such, although the information provided to her by The Vow told her that he wasn't too terribly much younger than she was.There was something youthful about him, and not in a very flattering way at all; it made Olivia feel as if this were a mistake. Still, she was not one to back down, even when a situation was nearly impossible. The woman reached down and pulled her son into her arms, settling the four year old easily against her hip, eyebrow raised at her future husband's semi-distress. She'd made it perfectly clear in her application that she was a mother, and that Connor came first in every way. Surely they'd not have matched her with someone who didn't like the fact she had a child already?

Surely not.

Perhaps he'd merely skimmed the page and had missed it; he was surprised, but not distressed necessarily, she decided. So she continued to smirk and shifted her boy on her hip. "You guess that you are Noah Favreau? Either you are or you aren't." Okay, not the nicest way to open the conversation with her future husband, but she just couldn't bring herself to care overly much. He'd annoyed her, and it wasn't an emotion she'd planned on experiencing on her wedding day, especially when it was over her son.

"And yes, this is my son - Connor. He just turned four last month." She couldn't help smiling at her boy, and then she set him on his feet once more, keeping a tight hold on his hand. He was a boy, all boy, and she could only imagine the havoc that he could unleash on a day like today. Olivia didn't really plan to spend her wedding night racing around cleaning up after the child, although she never complained about having to do so. For a moment she stood there in front of Noah, watching him through lowered lashes, fighting to leash her annoyance and impatience. "Well, I suppose we should go get this thing done, yes?"

Oh, well that certainly wasn't a good way to start her married life. Calling her wedding a 'thing' and being eager to see it done so that she could go back to work or take Connor to the park. She sighed heavily, half tempted to check her contract with The Vow and see what her options were.