‘ are you trying to sell me somethin’ ?? ’ of course arian could have just MISHEARD. the bustle of the bar was loud enough to hinder ones hearing. but he would be more amused than irked if she were. a smile pushing on the brink of laughter & brows alleviated in an air of mild incredulity. ‘ because if you are --- i’m not interested. sorry. ’
fugitiif || starter call










