I know you won't, York. [She feels that, she absolutely feels that lingering touch, and she flicks her gaze up at him until the moment passes. Once his hands leave hers, she heads back into the main area, glancing around for a place to sit and eat.] I know that now.
[Regret traces every one of her words and damn when did this dinner start feeling like a funeral. Maybe she's not feeling as good as she thought she was.]
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[Regret traces every one of her words and damn when did this dinner start feeling like a funeral. Maybe she's not feeling as good as she thought she was.]