She should have stopped talking and left ages ago before she offered to go get drunk in public on Tesco wine certainly, maybe even before she'd called him the Marks and Spencer type. Somewhere something - and maybe it was her and that infernal streak of compassionate streak that kept her soft in places where life should have hardened her - had gone off the rails.
Better to give him the chance to leave. It stood to reason that he might. He was nothing if not composed of thorns and sharp edges, all abrupt exits and cold words. Her hand rested on his shoulder briefly and she turned to walk away, towards the wine. He would follow, or he would leave. Whatever happened, it was nothing if not a pizza and wine sort of night, and it served her right for being a fool that the pizza would be a melted mess in the end.
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She should have stopped talking and left ages ago before she offered to go get drunk in public on Tesco wine certainly, maybe even before she'd called him the Marks and Spencer type. Somewhere something - and maybe it was her and that infernal streak of compassionate streak that kept her soft in places where life should have hardened her - had gone off the rails.
Better to give him the chance to leave. It stood to reason that he might. He was nothing if not composed of thorns and sharp edges, all abrupt exits and cold words. Her hand rested on his shoulder briefly and she turned to walk away, towards the wine. He would follow, or he would leave. Whatever happened, it was nothing if not a pizza and wine sort of night, and it served her right for being a fool that the pizza would be a melted mess in the end.