enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Snickering to herself slightly, the young woman raises a brow toward Thalassa with amusement brightly in her face – reflecting in the honey amber of her eyes. “Guess you’ve only lost with shitty stakes, huh?” She probes playfully, bouncing her brows before she finishes the last of the mojito and sits back, running a hand through the blonde waves when Thal makes her suggestion.
It has her facing her a little more fully, legs swinging slightly on the stool as she settles in and tilts her head. “Temptin’. What kinda game were you hopin’ for?” Something tells her it probably isn’t what her crew was playing, but something between them. A just us girls kind of situation, which, honestly? Calypso’s intrigued and matches Thalassa’s own sharp smile with an innocently sunny and mischievous one of her own.
It has her facing her a little more fully, legs swinging slightly on the stool as she settles in and tilts her head. “Temptin’. What kinda game were you hopin’ for?” Something tells her it probably isn’t what her crew was playing, but something between them. A just us girls kind of situation, which, honestly? Calypso’s intrigued and matches Thalassa’s own sharp smile with an innocently sunny and mischievous one of her own.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
