( the pearled gleam of his grin catches her attention, albeit for just a moment, before the light rumble of the car beneath her comes to life. she has to wonder what his honest intentions were, slipping into the nooks of the city like this when he could be safely tucked behind his layers of security, in buildings where privacy just meant going enough floors up, 'til it's just you and that deep indigo of the skyline.
elbow goes to rest at the window beside her, bed of her nails habitually falling to the pout of her mouth as gaze settles again on the gentle blur of streetlights. )
Not exactly.
( there's a relative unease that sits with her, the tug of unfinished stories, columns still waiting with that blinking cursor on a glaring screen. )
Then again I don't spend much of my time trying to figure out men who put themselves out there. Kind of ruins the mystery.
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elbow goes to rest at the window beside her, bed of her nails habitually falling to the pout of her mouth as gaze settles again on the gentle blur of streetlights. )
Not exactly.
( there's a relative unease that sits with her, the tug of unfinished stories, columns still waiting with that blinking cursor on a glaring screen. )
Then again I don't spend much of my time trying to figure out men who put themselves out there. Kind of ruins the mystery.