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losttheright) wrote2020-07-11 05:56 am
losttheright) wrote2020-07-11 05:56 am
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"This is me," Molly says with an excessive little flourish towards the building in question, smiling as she does so. She feels good already, she realizes. Better than she did when she first went out tonight, and definitely better than she usually expects to in the stretch of days leading up to the particular anniversary that's closing in on her. Unless things go completely wrong when they get inside, which she doubts they will, that's only going to continue. They got stuck under mistletoe together once, and it was a good kiss. Not being forced into it or surrounded by strangers this time, both of them aware of what they're here for, she thinks they can do even better.
Really, she ought to be direct like this more often. It tends to have good results. That sort of confidence just doesn't come as easily for her as it used to, though, just one more reason why this feels really fucking refreshing.
Fishing her keys out of her purse, she leads him into the building and towards the elevator. "It's not much, but I'm guessing that won't be a problem."
Really, she ought to be direct like this more often. It tends to have good results. That sort of confidence just doesn't come as easily for her as it used to, though, just one more reason why this feels really fucking refreshing.
Fishing her keys out of her purse, she leads him into the building and towards the elevator. "It's not much, but I'm guessing that won't be a problem."