"You look like you are about to hotwire my car and drain my offshore accounts." Dante closed the distance as he reached out, his thumb lightly adjusting the golden bridge of the frames on @7inchesunder 's nose.
"Do you still wanna play dress-up or we pack the rest of the table?"
@7inchesunder Dante accepted his own flute from the manager and took a slow sip as his eyes followed her. The oversized gold frames swallowed half her face, transforming her into a nineties cinematic icon hiding from the paparazzi, sparking a smirk being pulled at his lips.
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And she reached over without looking at him, took his hand in hers.
In the thinning noise, the cooling air. And he let her hold his hand. A thing no one had done in so long that he had forgotten the way another person's hand changes the temperature of your own.
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