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“Ah, so you’re the resident doomsday expert, huh?” Ayla smirked, “some would say so.” She crossed her arms, impressed. “Well, lucky for me, I’ve been brushing up on my end-of-the-world survival skills. Can’t have you stealing all the spotlight when the zombies come knocking.” Ayla smiled, tilting her head. “Who said anything about zombies?” Ayla teased.
“Wouldn’t want to spend eternity bickering over who gets the last cup of coffee.” Ayla scoffed, and dramatically put her hand over her heart. “Don’t we know who gets it, though?” She winked at Dante, taking a sip of her own cup.
Dante met her level gaze with a seemingly knowing smile, and on the outside, Ayla presented a bright and welcoming smile herself. But he didn’t know her, and she knew he probably never would. “Fair enough,” Dante replied, his tone playful yet sincere. “But you’ve got to admit, there’s always more to a person than meets the eye. Coffee and sarcasm might be your go-to, but I’ve got a feeling there’s a whole lot more simmering beneath the surface.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re right,” she said, her tone light and airy. “Sometimes it’s better to keep the good stuff hidden away. But that’s what makes life so interesting, don’t you think? The mystery, the unknown?” She teased his imagination, her voice going low and smooth. “You’ve piqued my interest, Ayla.” Great. Ayla leaned back, finding something to lean on. Not for long. she wanted to sing song, but instead went with, “you with mine.”
“Can’t have you shaking with boredom now, can we?” He took a playful sip of his own coffee And Ayla watched enthusiastically. Ayla’s eyebrow arched higher, her expression skeptical. "I’m not sure what’s more impressive, the fact that you’re trying to impress me or the fact that your willing to step of your game.”
“… predictability can be just what we need to shake things up.” Ayla’s gaze lingered on Dante’s face, her expression unreadable. She didn’t buy the whole “clichés are comfortable” line, not entirely. “I suppose you’re right,” she said finally, her voice measured. "But only up to a point. Clichés are comfortable, yes, but they’re also safe. And I’m not exactly looking for safe.” She tested the waters.
“You ever find yourself craving a different kind of thrill?” he asked, his tone laced with anticipation. “Like the rush of the wind as you leap from one rooftop to another, or the adrenaline that comes from discovering a hidden passage in the heart of the city?”
[color=#94add7]“Fine. Give it here,”[/center] she held her hand out, fingers curling in a ‘give it here’ motion. “Your phone, I’m going to need your number.” She said with a rough smile, looking in his eyes.
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