With a perfect arch of her eyebrow, Jacquelyn finds her interest piqued, and she steps closer towards the other man, lips thinning lightly to try and hide her smile. He smells good, like he always does, but she tries her hardest not to focus on that, focusing instead on his question. Amsterdam would be new. It would be fun, she thinks, her lips curving to form a smile. “Amsterdam could be interesting,” she responds, voice soft as she nudges the man, cheeks stained light red in the fading light. / @miserycoded originally posted this forever ago.











