Suits: A Lawyer Surviving TV Chaos

The sunlight streaming through the curtains grew brighter, eventually rousing Martin from sleep. He blinked awake, disoriented for a moment before the memories of the previous night began to resurface—champagne, flirtation, an elevator ride, and the electric tension that had carried them into this very room.

As he reached for the pillow beside him, his fingers brushed against something crisp—a folded piece of hotel stationery. Picking it up, he unfolded the note and read Blair's parting words:

"Dear Stranger,

Thanks for the distraction—it was exactly what I needed. Don't worry about finding me; queens don't look back.

- B"

A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sharp wit and confident tone of the message. Leaning back against the headboard, Martin let his thoughts drift. She'd been so poised, so self-assured last night—far more mature than most women he'd encountered in similar situations. And yet, there had been something almost… youthful about her, too. The way she'd spoken about crowns slipping and tiaras coming off hinted at a recent transition, a shedding of one identity for another.

He replayed fragments of their conversation in his mind—the casual mention of graduation caps, her cryptic remark about growing up faster than others. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, chalking it up to poetic flair. But now, alone in the quiet of the morning, those details nagged at him.

"Graduation" he murmured aloud, connecting the dots. "She's eighteen. Nineteen at the most."

For a brief moment, unease prickled at the edges of his thoughts. Eighteen wasn't illegal, of course, but it felt young—too young for the world-weariness she'd projected, too close to the line between innocence and experience. Had he unwittingly stepped into territory better left untouched?

He considered this carefully, reasoning it out step by step. Blair hadn't acted like someone unsure of herself or her choices. She'd been deliberate, confident, every word calculated with precision. Someone younger than eighteen wouldn't have carried themselves with such poise—or managed to keep up with him so effortlessly. Besides, Manhattan's elite didn't let just anyone into their world.

Martin shook his head slightly. Whether nineteen or eighteen, she was no naive teenager caught up in something beyond her depth. Blair had made it abundantly clear that last night was a fleeting moment—a distraction, as she'd called it—and nothing more. She'd walked away on her terms, leaving behind a note that radiated self-assurance. That alone spoke volumes about her maturity.

Still, as he got dressed and prepared to leave the hotel room, Martin couldn't shake the feeling that Blair Waldorf was far more complicated than she'd let on. 

Martin checked out and returned to the bar from the previous night. He hopped into the Porsche 911 he had left there after drinking and drove back to the apartment. After being away on a business trip for so long, taking a day off wasn't unreasonable, right?

Walking up to the fourth floor and opening the apartment door, Martin saw a girl with slightly messy hair, wearing glasses, a Gap hoodie, jeans, sneakers, and a backpack exiting.

"Hey, I remember you! You're Leslie Winkle, right?" Martin greeted her with a smile and continued" colleagues with Sheldon and Leonard"

Clearly, the girl also recognized Martin somehow "Hi, yes though i doubt Sheldon will agree with that characterization"

Martin made an expression of helplessness: "well from what i have heard about you from him, i guess not."

she replied with a smile on her face " that bad huh!"

Martin replied helplessly "well you know how Sheldon is , so what brought you to our humble abode"

"yes ,I am well aware of him" replied Leslie "just discussing some things with Leonard"

At this moment, Leonard finally spoke up " Leslie , should I to drop you off somewhere "

"No, its okay . I am in kind of hurry, I have a lab booked for an experiment" Leslie spoke up suddenly as if she just remembered something important and left hurriedly.

Closing the door, Martin walked over to sit at the kitchen table, teasingly looking at Leonard.

"So How was it?"

Leonard shook his head gloomily: "Everything was fine until you showed up."

"Sorry, I just came back to get my suit cleaned and didn't expect to bump into her."

Martin raised his hands to show his innocence: "By the way, I noticed that since Penny moved next door, your nightlife seems to have gotten much more interesting."

"Last time it was Priya, this time Leslie, who will it be next?"

"Come on." Leonard became even more frustrated , took a freshly brewed cup of coffee and sat on the sofa: "I want a stable relationship, but they only want someone to help them with their physical needs."and spoke in a disappointing voice "That's not what I want."

Martin chuckled, shaking his head, and looked at Leonard's attire disdainfully.

"If you listened to me and didn't wear those damn white cotton socks to bed, you'd get what you want!"

Leonard jumped up: "Socks give me a sense of security!"

"But they won't bring you a hot girlfriend." Martin also sat on the sofa, spreading his hands and with a amusing smile on his face spoke up "Listen, only kids sleep with socks on because after secretly playing Dungeons & Dragons behind their parents' backs, they always worry about dragons biting off their little feet while they sleep!" 

Just then, Sheldon emerged from his room wearing a bathrobe, greeted everyone with a "Good morning," and headed to the kitchen.

"Sheldon sleeps with socks on too!" Leonard pointed at Sheldon's feet and shouted.

Martin gave him a 'you're hopeless' look: " And do you think Sheldon is mature?"

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Because Martin had returned after a half-month business trip, all four nerdy scientists and Penny gathered at the apartment for dinner. 

"Okay, why don't we talk about some fun things that happened during the half-month I was gone? For instance, Leonard slept with Leslie last night."

"Wow." Everyone turned to look at Leonard, who was visibly embarrassed.

"She made the first move!" Leonard forced a defense, then quickly shifted to gossip: "Okay, Penny got back together with her ex-boyfriend—the guy who stripped us naked!"

"You mean Kurt?" Martin recalled the six-foot-three (1.91 meters) muscular guy who cried after being scared by him.

"Well, news flash: we've broken up!" Penny stabbed at the food in her box with her fork and spoon, as if stabbing her ex-boyfriend: "He's a jerk!"

"What did he do now?" Martin frowned.

"Alright, here's what happened." Penny's fork and spoon pressed harder: "That jerk wrote details about our sex life in his blog, and now the whole world knows I have a 'cute little flower tattoo' on my lower back "

"Whoosh~~~~~"

A takeout box suddenly appeared mid-air and landed steadily on the dining table.

Everyone around the coffee table turned to see Howard teleporting to the computer on the other side of the living room, frantically searching and switching through different blog sites.

(End of Chapter)