first of all, there's no need for the insults. i'm not a threat to you. at least, not anymore. secondly, I could . . . show you my projects that i've been working on?
[ talking about Mia felt as instinctive as breathing. He didnโt even realize he was doing it until it slipped past his lips. He cleared his throat, changing the subject. ]
Soโฆ whatโs the type of drink you usually go for?
[ Ethan seemed to imitate the motion ever so slightly, standing just a bit taller with the newfound confidence of an accepted proposal. His sheepish smile grew. Soft. Genuine. ]
Iโll do my best. Come on.
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I do quite like the fancier things in life.
[ He puffs out his chest a little, reminiscent of a flamboyant peacock, and he is certainly intrigued by the sound of a โrooftop barโ. Heโs also intrigued by the mention of a โformer wifeโ, though he tries not to pry just yet. ]
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Ethan was grateful to snag a small table right at the edge of the roof, overlooking the bustling city below. ]
Thank God this spots still open. This was our favorite.
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[ There it was again. As Zeno looked down at him, a thick plume of anxiety filled the pit of his stomach, to the point where he had to quickly clear his throat to center himself. He wasn't too sure why the man had such varying effects on him. ]
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[ Heโs a little taken aback by the offer. It is not often people want to spend extra time with him. He stares at him for a long moment, eyes flashing even brighter briefly behind his shades as he contemplates if this is somehow a trick. Ethan doesnโt seem the type to have an ++
[ For now, Ethan wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. But there didn't seem to be anymore glaring threats. He had no reason to bail just yet. ]
You seem like the kind of guy that likes fancier stuff. There was this one place that I took my w--.. my former wife.
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