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“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ayla was shaking her head with a smile, a soft “mmm,” emanating from her throat. “Cross paths at the impending doom meeting, you say? … I’ll be sure to save you a seat next to mine. After all, it’s always good to have a fellow enthusiast for the apocalypse industry.” Ayla clicked her tongue in agreement. “Good, because I’ve got a few pointers to share on how to properly prepare for the end of the world. Plus, it would be nice to see a familiar face.”[/color] She viciously smiled with her teeth.
“Coffee, sarcasm, and excellence in all things? Sounds like quite the winning combination.” Ayla lifted her cup in a toast, “what can I say?” she said quickly before he continued. “But I’m sure that’s not all there is to you.” Ayla’s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression turning thoughtful. She slouched a bit, her hands settling around her coffee cup as she regarded Dante with a level gaze. “Maybe I am just a person who likes coffee and sarcasm. Maybe that’s all there is to me.” She smiled, a small, enigmatic smile. Ayla wondered what he was really trying to do. She had forced herself into a corner, considered every kind deed to her out of pity, she could hardly spot a genuine kind face.
She swore, he had got the whole “I’m just trying to get to know you” vibe down pat, but nothing was at face value, was it? She was not buying it. He was fishing for something, and Ayla was set on not giving it to him. Not without a fight, anyway. But despite all the annoyance he caused, she had to admit that it was kind of… fascinating. Fun. The way he pushed and prodded, trying to challenge her. It was like he’s trying to solve some kind of puzzle, and she was holding a missing piece. She loved the power. She loved stretching her legs in a social interaction.
“Spoiler alert: I’m a sucker for late-night adventures and rooftop views.”Ayla’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned forward, “Oh, I’m shaking with anticipation,” she said dryly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “That’s not exactly the most original or impressive confession.”[/color] She raised an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving Dante’s face. She forced the remaining cold coffee down in one swig. “But then again, I think I love cliche… Need a little thrill outside of academia.” She smiled, kindly this time, waiting on his move.
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