her heels click together and she spends a minute wrapped up in her own thoughts before she thinks to turn to him, before he even speaks. why was that? she hadn't reached for him. it wasn't the sound of his pause that drew her, it was a feeling. something …
he asks a question and she turns around, stares him down. what was it? she searches him up and down briefly, then turns the rest of her body fully to face him, making it clear she's going to hear him out. ]
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odd.
her heels click together and she spends a minute wrapped up in her own thoughts before she thinks to turn to him, before he even speaks. why was that? she hadn't reached for him. it wasn't the sound of his pause that drew her, it was a feeling. something …
he asks a question and she turns around, stares him down. what was it? she searches him up and down briefly, then turns the rest of her body fully to face him, making it clear she's going to hear him out. ]