🜲    𝓢𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝙻͟𝙰͟𝙶͟𝚂

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝐀𝐒͟𝐒͟𝐈͟𝐒͟𝐓͟𝐒 , 𝙷𝚄𝙷 ?

⠀ that was a figure of speech. we’re a smart duo, obviously. i can, can you .ᐣ i can already tell you’re a sore loser.

⠀ i knew you’d see it my way, we share one braincell sometimes. bonding time. let’s share a redbull over a round of uno.

[ chocolate irises flicker down to his lips before returning to calm waters. her mouth feels dry, and she’d prefer to taste the tall drink of water in front of her ] are you trying to seduce me?

⠀ well, it wasn’t 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 the dessert but the thoughtfulness behind it. if you’re not satisfied with bronze, i might have an idea.

[ she pastes on a smile, the best one she could form while rocking back and forth on her feet ] good, mav.

[ even with that smile and reassuring nod, she could still see it in his eyes. they’re one in the same with people pleasing. ] okay, di laurentis.

[ she could sense the hesitation of agreement, his words far from sincere. all she wanted to do was prove she didn’t have to be in a relationship. major fail. ] that wasn’t convincing at all, dean.

.. yes .ᐣ

oh .ᐣ interesting.

[ chewing on the inside of her cheek, now second guessing because she doesn’t want to hurt him … somehow she always does it non—intentionally. ] … are you sure?

shame , could’ve been fun ,

that’s how rumors start, that’s when people start asking a million questions … i don’t need people to worry about me.

you know i don’t kiss and tell.