[ John was exactly two and a half times her age, he could have been her father. His hair was more silver than the espresso machine- it had started out the same colour as coffee.
He's not afraid to look her in the eyes. She was a tough girl, but John had stood toe to toe with his fair share of powerful and intimidating women. His smile tugs into a wry smirk, and he slides her cup across the table. If his callused fingertips brush her hand it's accidental.
She could critique his latte, but she wasn't about to crack his code. The truth was dangerous. ]
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He's not afraid to look her in the eyes. She was a tough girl, but John had stood toe to toe with his fair share of powerful and intimidating women. His smile tugs into a wry smirk, and he slides her cup across the table. If his callused fingertips brush her hand it's accidental.
She could critique his latte, but she wasn't about to crack his code. The truth was dangerous. ]
Exactly. I like to keep my options open.
You could say I'm a free spirit.