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His enthusiasm was on a completely other plane of existence to her own and it was becoming more apparent that the two of them were completely mismatched on almost every level. But that hadn’t stopped their triage before and it wasn’t stopping her from stepping in a little closer. toward him when Mike said he had missed her ( whether or not that was true ). Even though he was being somewhat ridiculous where anyone could see him, Genevieve was entertained to say the least at his commitment to a bit. Lifting her glass to her red lips, she smirked as he sang the last line, taking a sip before answering. “None that I’m aware of - you sound like you have some ideas though.”
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Flirting to Mike, like comedy, was all about noticing green lights. Seeing what worked and what didn’t adapting to the crowd, and, based on the way that she stepped closer to him, he knew he was killing it. After all, Genevieve was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he felt the same sprig of hope he had the first time she’d decided she’d wanted him. Did he have a thing for powerful women? Most likely, but that was what made them the perfect match. He lifted his own glass, taking a sip of his own as he watched her do the same. After subconsciously licking the remnants from his lips, he shrugged. “Well, I suppose I could come up with something...” He trailed it out, as if it’d be a hard task, bowing his head for a moment before lifting it again, stepping an inch closer with a playful smirk. “You, me, fireworks exploding in the distance? You don’t have to believe in magic to witness a miracle, m’lady.”













