the mug had been sitting a little too long in front of her face—hovering, not sipping. she recognized that look, or at least she thought she did.

“something from the past or something new?”
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“I’ve heard.” He smirks, looking at her. He’d excuse his intent staring as trying to ‘read her,’ but he’d be lying.

“I’m alright. Trying to fix things.”

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