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A smile, her tone soft and silky, just as always. “Mhh, so hasty~ We might cut this to the chase but aren’t you the least interested in who I am?”
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She turns on her flatly heeled boots, eliciting a shallow cadence of clattering noises -- a swift, graceful motion befitting of a dancer -- & fixes the stranger who addresses her with vague purposes, utmost caution lingering in her every fibre. She stands a few feet away from her, an instinctively kept distance, though it’s still close enough to observe buoyant features in all their glory, spot every little detail of the picture she’s trying so hard to comprehend.
Of course she’d like to know who she’s speaking to before striking up a conversation. It’d normally make things a little easier, more confidable & less outlandish. Except the other just so happens to be someone she knows, someone she’d shared more than just o n e unfortunate bifurcation with in her early past whereby the decision to ditch every remembrance harbored about that woman only contributes to her own sake of health. A long ago acquaintanceship, abandoned & forgotten by design ... & presumably with good reason. However, there’s doubt in her mind that this could actually be the case right in this moment. Her arms nestle up against her bust & into a fold, a honey, once warm glance holding none but pure suspicion now.
❛ I’m sure you’re gonna tell me soon enough. Should I know who you are since you seem so insistent on letting me know? ❜
