squinting her eyes in thought , she pulled her phone to search into her playlist. ❝ . . . I guess I haven’t fully grasped what the song truly means , that’s why. maybe you could help me ? ❞
https://t.co/xT6VOhHbcA
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no question piqued her at his first bite of the meal. instead , ALICE simpered in genuine amusement as he ate with intent , as if she was the chef watching the satisfaction on their customer’s faces upon tasting.
she insisted on paying for most of the food , but he somehow managed to slip in a little cupcake as dessert for her.
❝ oh ! right , the choreo . . . I picked the song myself ! even though it’s a bit difficult to interpret it through dance. ❞ she hummed.
she simpered , adjusting her shoulder bag. ❝ I’m choreographing something . . . “dark and cutthroat” according to my friend. it’s a change of genre , from the elegant melancholy I’d usually interpret. ❞
ALICE swiftly stood on her feet , smoothening her skirt. ❝ though I can’t eat much for the next hour. I have dance practice for a little theater show. ❞
ALICE propped her chin against her palm , ❝ I’ve never seen you eat at all. surely , you don’t eat alone in the bathrooms . . . I figured that could hurt your pride. ❞
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ALICE scrunched her nose at the stench of cigar. before she could protest against it , she yelped at the abrupt whiplash of movement. her doe eyes searched the ground that almost hit her , then shifted at his face now close to her.
she glanced at the cigarette in his hand. at instinct , she plucked it out of his fingers. ❝ and don’t tell me this is your only snack of the day too , ❞ then she mushed the cigar off. ❝ why don’t you spend your money for your own snacks and drinks ? which reminds me. ❞