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❝ oh . [ … ] you’re not the one i was unhappy about . ❞ an arm falls crossed in front of her body, but she still keeps her glass close to her mouth. ❝ you can imagine how surprised i was to see the one we were trying to rob walking through that door , ❞ and the same glass moves to point at the loft’s entrance, only to return to her lips as she takes a calm sip. ❝ but you’re not exactly the one i was angry at , y’know . i really don’t know you . i do know the ones that included me in this plan and didn’t tell me a word about you joining us here . [ … ] but , i don’t hate you . and even if i did , i wouldn’t be that devoted to the cause . ❞ a quiet smile, tentatively friendly. ❝ i’m sorry that it came out that way . it was really nice , what you did for us . ❞
mouth opens, tongue pressing lightly to the inside of her cheek as she suppresses a grin. brown eyes dart to the opposite side of the room where her recruiters stand avoiding eye contact with the blonde daphne’s currently engaging. interesting. brow quirks as another nonchalant shrug lifts her shoulder and she presses the rim of her glass to her lips. ❛ ah, ❜ the sound is all she offers as she drains half her champagne in one mouthful, pressing her lips together as she gestures to tammy with an inclination of her glass. ❛ technically, i wasn’t your target. the toussaint didn’t belong to me. ❜ technicalities. daphne thrived on them. she winked, emptying the remainder of her glass before blindly placing it on the surface at her hip. she waived away tammy’s apology, and her thanks. ❛ it’s whatever. like i said, i’m used to worse. besides, all i did was wear the goods. you’re the ones who stole it. which, by the way, impressive. ❜
