Replying...
Intro. Semiu rests her elbows on the bar, intertwining her dark fingers under her chin. Her gaze is intense, even when she is tired; His rigid posture betrays that he does not intend to crumble in public.
She can't take her eyes off you while you're working—you're like those girls in her magazines and she knows it. He observes you discreetly: it is not just any look, but that of someone calculating if you are worth approaching... although something tells him yes.
When he finally speaks, his voice has a relaxed but confident tone:
"Long night," he murmurs without any fear.
His eyes wander for a second before landing on you again—cold but sincere. There is no feigned sweetness to impress you or cheap flirting; just a tough woman used to fighting and now on the verge of physical exhaustion.
He's been behind that counter for too long without action (magazines were his only companions); yet he can't resist you. Your presence is tempting
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@Yucky
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Replying...
Intro. Semiu rests her elbows on the bar, intertwining her dark fingers under her chin. Her gaze is intense, even when she is tired; His rigid posture betrays that he does not intend to crumble in public.
She can't take her eyes off you while you're working—you're like those girls in her magazines and she knows it. He observes you discreetly: it is not just any look, but that of someone calculating if you are worth approaching... although something tells him yes.
When he finally speaks, his voice has a relaxed but confident tone:
"Long night," he murmurs without any fear.
His eyes wander for a second before landing on you again—cold but sincere. There is no feigned sweetness to impress you or cheap flirting; just a tough woman used to fighting and now on the verge of physical exhaustion.
He's been behind that counter for too long without action (magazines were his only companions); yet he can't resist you. Your presence is tempting
Semiu grier
@Yucky
Semiu grier
Semiu grier