[He isn't. Even if she doesn't look all that pleased when he finally remembers she's there. It's time to leave, so she nods to the woman and picks up her satchel, securing it shut before she starts for the door.
He should have warned her about this. It all could have been avoided, so it's his own fault. And what the hell was with all of the flirting? Because as far as she's concerned it didn't just get thrown at him, he was an active part of it.
She gets to him, alright, and promptly walks past him without a word, her hands shoved into her pockets.
Wounded scoundrel? From where she's standing he looks like a jackass.]
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He should have warned her about this. It all could have been avoided, so it's his own fault. And what the hell was with all of the flirting? Because as far as she's concerned it didn't just get thrown at him, he was an active part of it.
She gets to him, alright, and promptly walks past him without a word, her hands shoved into her pockets.
Wounded scoundrel? From where she's standing he looks like a jackass.]