bashful smile spreading across soft lips , sierra reaches into her purse —— pulling out a phone with a cat themed case , already typing in her password before sliding ╱ㅤ
⠀ "she really 𝑖s beautiful, 𝘺𝘦𝘴." direct eye contact made, corners of his gaze 𝑐rinkling with easy mirth. 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘦, he’s been told he is. 𝗻othing about him is, truthfully. he supposes she’d have to
“ here you go … i just want to get to know you more . i’m off on weekends , so if you ever want to hangout , shoot me text —— i’m free most of the time . ”
“ a little , but i don’t think i’ll ever move back to rochester . there’s just too many things over there that i don’t want to deal with … hell’s kitchen is just ╱
⠀ "i was, yeah." the nitty—gritty details of his upbringing aren’t important, so he breezes on, taking his own seat as he continues. "i’ve never lived anywhere else, actually… nowhere’s as 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭."
being this carefree honestly made her feel a little bit lighter . perhaps going on a walk today made her life a little more better … catlike eyes already having a sparkle in them .
⠀ ——𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. some part of him, typically 𝘳ational to some degree, is 𝘵𝘪ckled by her phrasing. by her voice, 𝘤urling over each syllable, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 it into existence…
“ you know exactly what you’re doing , but that’s okay —— because soon , the whole city will know about how weak you are . have a good day , mayor fisk . ”
❝ These accusations are childish and beneath the dignity of this office. If you believe I am responsible, then present your proof. But you and I both know you would never have the courage to repeat these claims in a court of law. ❞