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Callisto watched the way that the woman went from comfortable to almost perfect. She knew everything about the book store owner. She knew how the woman liked her coffee in the morning and how she drank her tea before bed. She knew the lines that appeared on her face when she laughed too hard. She knew the small breaths she took when she was turned on. Callisto loved the woman in front of her for a quarter of her life. She loved the woman and she did what she did best, she ran. Callisto lightly bit her lip, not bothering to look up. She already knew the look that was going to be on her face. “I did find everything that I was looking for, je vous remercie.” She said softly, before pulling out dollars. She rolled her eyes out herself constantly forgetting to go to the exchange. “Is American dollars okay?” She asked in a quiet voice. Something that wasn’t like the midfielder. “It’s all I have.”
Annalise hated the control this woman had over her emotions – hated that she had any control over her at all. AJ thought she’d regained that sense of control mere days after Callisto left, taking life as they’d known it with her. The woman had even convinced herself that what she’d had with the athlete wasn’t love. She knew, though, as she carefully kept dark hues trained on the other, that she had loved her. Once. Only love could manage to twist into something so angry. And she was angry. As she silently willed the other to look at her, taking cruel pride in the fact that she couldn’t, she realized that, too. Annalise had always been mild mannered and polite, bordering on unintentionally cold. This feeling was both foreign and all too familiar. She wanted to revel in it, and purge herself of it all the same. Ignoring her warring emotions, she tilted her head as the blonde spoke. “Êtes-vous sûrs? There’s another shop down the street. They might be better suited to your needs. I can step out, if you’d like to sneak off while I’m gone.” She said, sardonic smile gracing her features before she set about making sure the book was neatly and carefully placed in the bag. It was a cruel, and it was a jab that she would’ve considered beneath her at any other time, with any other person. But Callisto had seen the best of her, and it hadn’t been enough. Perhaps she deserved the worst, Annalise justified. “Usually, non. But I’ll make an exception.” She lied through her teeth. Tourist were a staple of her business, especially of the American variety. “So you're in the States now?” She asked, that bitter casual tone lingering. A thinly-veiled way to see if they once again shared a city.