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arm outstretched along the top of the bench, his fingertips just barely ghost over her shoulder. 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, just as he'd expected. he wasn't sure why he'd almost expected warmth.
maybe it was just her.
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⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ smoothly does she shift to sit right at his side on the bench , cranium tilting to the side in further observation. ah yes , a 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. but not the kind she desperately craved , non. one she had to 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ┈
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humming, he raises a brow. " i wouldn't think your choice of company would be found in some guy close to twenty years older than you," he shrugs.
" thought you might find me 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ."
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hazel eyes remain 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝, leaning his head against a propped up closed fist.
" what a coincidence, i've got absolutely nothing else planned tonight , too ."
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⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ a shrug. he was incredibly smug. that much she was 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌 of. a light chuckle slipped past her lips.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ you're in luck , monsieur. tonight just so 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 to be open. ”
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ it's clear ┈
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﹙ his own fingertips rub at the spot where his had kneaded, staring down at the spot as if it would've left a mark. ﹚ yeah ? gonna let me treat you to dinner, too ?
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﹙ he frowns, wondering if his privilege has reared it’s ugly head just then. his fingers curl around nothing, lost———then, he slips them into his pockets. ﹚
then i’ll allow you to have a beer with me after work.
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﹙ a grunt stifles the pleased sound he 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 to make, a small smile, as he pulls his hand away. enough of that, otherwise he'd be screwed. ﹚
no—can—do, they need me too much.
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﹙ it’s fortunate for perce he has no bearing on his effect. his thumbs are pressing thin to the middle of his palm, then gently smoothing outwards to release the tension there. ﹚
i’m telling you to take a damn break, smart ass.
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glancing around, shrugging, notepad slid back into a binder he carried. " a work trip, had a few things i needed to take care of. i'm only in town for a few days ."
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a surprised scoff, lowering her phone; she’ll finish telling the story later, this is more important. she takes a couple of steps towards him, “ what the fuck? what are you doing here? ”
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tongue—in—cheek, he tips his head back to stare up at the night sky; before his gaze slants in her direction.
" maybe you could ," the corner of his lips lift, smirking. " unless you got something ...
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⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ a brief onceover is performed , hues flickering up and down. facade is kept up ─┈ to her , there's 𝘕𝘖 possibility of him being an actual threat. but she can't portray that.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ i don't know .̲.̲.̲ ┈
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﹙ a lazy grin masks the shock; hides the hammering of his heart in that '𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥' type of way. ﹚ yeah, well, i'm good at what i do. it pays.
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﹙ he takes his hand, or more appropriate he seems to snatch it from the airs stillness——soft fingers kneading the rough, tense skin with something like appraisal. ﹚
you’ve never been one for rules, and you’re not as expendable.