[His back is still warm when she leaves. Seki watches the way she walks, the way she moves, studying it as though he's been granted the privilege of glimpsing something rare that only comes by once in a lifetime. He's half-afraid that one day, when he drops her off, that radiance will be gone.
Shit. They were terrible. Him especially, for appreciating that smile.]
It's nothing. [As always.] Have a good night, Monica.
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Shit. They were terrible. Him especially, for appreciating that smile.]
It's nothing. [As always.] Have a good night, Monica.