She didn't respond right away, just dropped her gaze to her tea and blew lightly on the surface before taking another sip. Her silence wasn't uncomfortable, but thoughtful, as if she were trying really hard not to let my words get to her. Still, I caught that twitch at the corner of her lips again. I was getting to her. Slowly and carefully. Like threading a needle through steel.
Once we finished eating, I picked up the bill before she could even reach for it.
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