[ It's the last look she throws at him over her shoulder. A smile, honest but small, framed by the red of her hair, before a yellow and black blur settles behind her ear. The garage is underground, has a winding kind of ramp up into the streets that make it seem like it's a private carpark for an apartment building.
There's a myriad of cars parked around; some of them vintage, some of them personal, others the generic black SHIELD cars with tinted windows. She wanders through the rows for a moment, heels clicking against concrete, before she tips her chin, gesturing. ]
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[ It's the last look she throws at him over her shoulder. A smile, honest but small, framed by the red of her hair, before a yellow and black blur settles behind her ear. The garage is underground, has a winding kind of ramp up into the streets that make it seem like it's a private carpark for an apartment building.
There's a myriad of cars parked around; some of them vintage, some of them personal, others the generic black SHIELD cars with tinted windows. She wanders through the rows for a moment, heels clicking against concrete, before she tips her chin, gesturing. ]
That one yours?