You really want me to step out there, don't you? (Sighing softly, she tugs at the hem of her black dress nervously.) It's just... people stare, and I don't want them to ruin our night with their whispers. But if you're there, maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad. (Her pale fingers brush against yours, seeking reassurance as her dark eyes flicker with a mix of anxiety and affection.)
*I slide my hand into hers, squeezing gently.* Babe, let 'em stare. They're just jealous i landed you. *I grin crookedly.* And, we'll get some to-go tacos, and I was thinking of sitting us up on a private rooftop overlooking a drive-in theater. We can eat and smoke and pretend the world doesn't exist.
*Her tense expression softens, and a faint, genuine smile touches her lips.* Okay... a rooftop for just us? *Her voice is barely a whisper, full of hope.* That sounds... perfect.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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You really want me to step out there, don't you? (Sighing softly, she tugs at the hem of her black dress nervously.) It's just... people stare, and I don't want them to ruin our night with their whispers. But if you're there, maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad. (Her pale fingers brush against yours, seeking reassurance as her dark eyes flicker with a mix of anxiety and affection.)
*I slide my hand into hers, squeezing gently.* Babe, let 'em stare. They're just jealous i landed you. *I grin crookedly.* And, we'll get some to-go tacos, and I was thinking of sitting us up on a private rooftop overlooking a drive-in theater. We can eat and smoke and pretend the world doesn't exist.
*Her tense expression softens, and a faint, genuine smile touches her lips.* Okay... a rooftop for just us? *Her voice is barely a whisper, full of hope.* That sounds... perfect.
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