[ When isn't it Andy. It's incredible that anyone tolerates her long enough to become her friend. But here they are, and here he is, humoring her in the middle of the night from behind the cash register of a gas station convenience store. If that isn't true friendship, then nothing is.
There's a hint of amusement in the shape of her eyes — just the faint crinkle of crow's feet — and it spreads to an upward curve of her lips as he goes on. He would apologize, even though she's the one teasing him for her own entertainment. Shame how that only makes her want to do it more. ]
Are you sorry? [ She leans up against the counter too, idly tapping her fresh pack of cigarettes against the top. Wryly, with that sly smile still playing around her mouth: ] All that talk about wanting to see me again, and you don't even fucking call?
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There's a hint of amusement in the shape of her eyes — just the faint crinkle of crow's feet — and it spreads to an upward curve of her lips as he goes on. He would apologize, even though she's the one teasing him for her own entertainment. Shame how that only makes her want to do it more. ]
Are you sorry? [ She leans up against the counter too, idly tapping her fresh pack of cigarettes against the top. Wryly, with that sly smile still playing around her mouth: ] All that talk about wanting to see me again, and you don't even fucking call?