For a minute he refuses to be swayed by that small smile she's aiming at him, or her words.
He crosses his arms over his chest, unfolds them, looks away up at the roof, then across the bay, heaves a sigh, and finally turns his eyes back to her.
"If one of them feels like going with her, I guess that'd be alright."
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He crosses his arms over his chest, unfolds them, looks away up at the roof, then across the bay, heaves a sigh, and finally turns his eyes back to her.
"If one of them feels like going with her, I guess that'd be alright."