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her head tilted at the question, piquing her curiosity and her creative mind. the gears almost immediately beginning to grind as her brow furrowed in deep thought. tapping the tips of her digits against the edge of his desk.
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โ any idea for a new topic for the newspaper ? โ he mumbles, dark blue hues locking with hers, digits fidgeting with a pen, a flicker of challenge through his eyes. could she find something really catchy ?
nancy was buried in paperwork at her own desk. red tape for her to work around as she desperately tried to find the motivation to finish this article. grateful for a distraction as soon as they make eye contact from across the room, a grin tugging at the edges of her mouth. . .
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at work, usual office and in front of his computer, head thrown in the back, eyelids shut off. he desperately needed some distraction other than another article, or maybe he needed a better subject ?
opening his eyes to
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pulling his car in front of her place, digits grabbing his phone to text the girl, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, waiting.
โ come on .. โ he mumbles.
curious, tempted and eager to spend the night with the ballerina, elijah was wearing an usual shirt, first buttons opened to look a little more relaxed than usual, dropping his computer for a couple of drinks and a good time.
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twenty minutes was hardly enough time for graciela to get herself ready , especially when her usual routine took nearly two hours. still , asking for more time felt terribly rude , and she wasn't about to โ โคธ