[ Stubbornness permeates Lil's body language, her posture and the briskness of her long stride as she follows their hostess to a booth by the window. Sliding in, she takes one of the menus, crossing her legs beneath the table. She bumps her knee on the underside, making her frown a bit impatiently as she answers: ]
You an' Matt might have somethin' t'do with me an' Matt.
[ A moot point, maybe, when she doesn't even know if the man will ever speak to her again, but she's feeling inexplicably territorial. ]
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You an' Matt might have somethin' t'do with me an' Matt.
[ A moot point, maybe, when she doesn't even know if the man will ever speak to her again, but she's feeling inexplicably territorial. ]
What're y'bein' so coy about it for anyway?