[ Aerith is a problem Andy's willing to have. She's a sight even from a distance, standing underneath the lights in a pretty pink dress that falls just so it teases at a hint of her thighs. As Andy makes her way up the street towards her, she can make out that mischievous smile. She's always liked a girl with a smile like that. ]
Hell's a small world. [ She answers back wryly, coming up to meet Aerith. There's a stark contrast between them as they stand there together — Andy with her long hair in untamed waves down her back, her dark jeans and combat boots, the masculine fit of her black jacket. ] Don't tell me you're out here by yourself.
[ A little tilt of her head, and a faint upward quirk at the corner of her mouth. There's this knowing look in her eye when she goes on mildly: ]
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Hell's a small world. [ She answers back wryly, coming up to meet Aerith. There's a stark contrast between them as they stand there together — Andy with her long hair in untamed waves down her back, her dark jeans and combat boots, the masculine fit of her black jacket. ] Don't tell me you're out here by yourself.
[ A little tilt of her head, and a faint upward quirk at the corner of her mouth. There's this knowing look in her eye when she goes on mildly: ]
Were you waiting for someone?