[ There’s something familiar in that smirk, even if he doesn’t recognize the woman behind it. Something sharp and— kind of terrifying, if he’s honest. Even scarier, because she seems to know who he is, but not the other way around. Sadly, he can’t say he’s surprised by that; it’s certainly not the first time this has ever happened.
He offers a smile in return, something bright if a little uncertain at the edges. ]
Yeah, well. I like being fashionably late. You know how it is.
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He offers a smile in return, something bright if a little uncertain at the edges. ]
Yeah, well. I like being fashionably late. You know how it is.
[ ... maybe? Apparently? ]