Oh, a catch are you? You raise a brow at that confession, a smirk tugging the corner of your mouth. "What's this, Raz? A compliment? I didn' know ya fancied me that much." You bat your eyelashes, but for all your deflection you appreciate her reassurances. She's as close as El ever came to having a sister, and you hadn't realized how much you needed her approval until now.
With a grunt of defeat you settle back into your chair, raising your glass in symbolic cheers. "Yer a wise woman, Raza Ekambe," you concede with a crooked smile. You bring the glass back to your chest, thumb running over the lip. "I know I'da wanted her t'be happy. Find herself someone an' move on. Hell, though, if it don't still feel like a betrayal. Or at least... terrifyin'. Losin' someone over again ain't somethin' I'm keen on doin', y'know?"
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
