( nestled in one of the booths, a glass of something cold and alcoholic to hand, Kylo's attention shifts away from his drink to her, brows lifting. then, briefly, cutting down to his device, resting on the counter.
Ah. )
Strange, yes. ( she must be new, he thinks, setting down his glass. ) But no stranger than anything else they do here.
end in the discord;
Ah. )
Strange, yes. ( she must be new, he thinks, setting down his glass. ) But no stranger than anything else they do here.