⠀
⠀a twenty dollar bill pulled from within . he's
⠀already handing it over as he orders , a quick
⠀sideways glance sent in evelyn's direction .
⠀' i'll have the same . '
⠀
⠀
⠀his gaze is locked into her for a moment as
⠀she orders til the attention's shifted on him .
⠀' yeah , ' he says distractedly to the cashier
⠀as one hand digs in his pocket . finally , it'd
⠀seem he found what he was looking for —
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⠀
like she's ordering something completely normal. then, after a beat, she adds, “black. no sugar.”
a brief pause as she steps aside slightly, letting him order.
⠀
⠀when they reach the doors , he pulls one
⠀side open for her before following her in .
⠀' can't say i was big on the district , either .
⠀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 as far as the eye could see . maybe
⠀they thought the same about me , too . '
⠀
⠀
⠀when she glances , he's already looking , a
⠀smile spreading before he forces it back
⠀down , turning his attention ahead once
⠀more as the nearby coffee shop appears .
⠀' could've fooled me . i'd've saw you then ,
⠀i would've thought you were . '
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⠀
she lets out a quiet scoff with a shake of her head.
“haven't you heard? a size six is the new four nowadays.”
there's a faint hint of amusement in her voice, though it's more tired than playful.
her hands stay tucked into her coat pockets as she glances ahead, heels +
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⠀and a slow forming smile as he observes her .
⠀' y'know , maybe we saw each other before
⠀and we just didn't know . i'll bet you were all
⠀over the garment district in the city . '
⠀
⠀
⠀' oh , fuck diets . one wouldn't kill you . '
⠀her chuckle draws one out of him as well ,
⠀and when she answers , his gaze immediately
⠀meets hers as if he hadn't expected it at all .
⠀' same . the island , actually , ' said with a nod
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⠀
“a chopped cheese. god, if not for my diet, i'd kill for one of those right now.”
she lets out a tempted chuckle at the thought before his next question draws her gaze toward him briefly.
“oh, i'm from new york. born and raised. not exactly an exciting fact.”
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⠀
⠀' don't look like a runner to me . '
⠀his arms are still folded as observant eyes
⠀flicker back up to meet hers . a pause before
⠀an intake of breath and a jerk of the head .
⠀' why don't you walk with me for a change ?
⠀i was on my way there anyway . starvin' . '
⠀
she keeps to herself a lot too, which is probably why they haven't met yet.
his words earn more of a small huff of a laugh, shaking her head after a moment. no distress here.
"i'm more like a runner than any sort of boss." she doesn't get asked for many things. people instead -