[ he's shy... that's what she assumes, and the smile is slowly becoming more alluring and less the look of someone taken off their guard. she can totally work with this.
so she's leaning against the doorway some, fingers idly brushing against the worn wooden frame as she looks up at him oozing max level Charm. ]
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, sweetie? Are you nervous?
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so she's leaning against the doorway some, fingers idly brushing against the worn wooden frame as she looks up at him oozing max level Charm. ]
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, sweetie? Are you nervous?