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vanessa ives ([personal profile] transgressings) wrote 2019-05-10 06:53 pm (UTC)

Perhaps it had been part of my fate all along.

[ There's a piece of her smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, maybe even a sadness in it, but she won't permit it to linger for very long, especially not once he slips her glass from her fingers to sample the taste of its contents for himself — and she tips her head back to note the shift in his expression, trying to gauge whether he enjoys it compared to his original selection.

But they aren't spared much time for further conversation before he jumps up and hurries away to answer the door, venturing downstairs to where most deliveries are no doubt dropped off; she discerns a few snippets of the conversation but nothing that makes sense to her in any way before the door closes and he finally comes back into view.

By then, she's shifted to perch on the edge of the sofa, eyeing the flat box in his hands with no shortage of curiosity — but something in what she'd overheard does give her pause, and she has to figure out how best to pose her question. ]


Did I hear you correctly, in that he almost — ? [ She's not even certain how to finish it once she's started. ]

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