[ But answering like that is a kind of honesty, isn’t it? Her steady gaze holds his in that tangible half-beat, expectant at first - then, when he finally speaks, there’s a hint of muted surprise before something subtle shifts in the shape of her eyes, lashes easing to half-mast as she watches him knowingly.
She takes another drag off her cigarette. Her wryness feels a little different when she replies this time - like it’s less teasing than it was just a minute ago. ]
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She takes another drag off her cigarette. Her wryness feels a little different when she replies this time - like it’s less teasing than it was just a minute ago. ]
When do you get off?