[ It is the footsteps that alert her (she blames the coffee shop for not catching a scent of him before)... and the voice that makes the corner of her mouth tilt up in one of her genuine smiles, not one of those she gives for strangers and targets.
The sunglasses hide her eyes when she turns to look up at him. ]
It's a dangerous habit, inviting strange girls for coffee. How do I know... [ She pulls her sunglasses down just enough to be able to look over them. ] ... you're not trying to drug me? Or me you.
[ No thank you, sir, which means she has no cover to maintain, no reason to pretend -- aside from, of course, her own entertainment. She purses her lips and flicks her glasses back up, hiding her smile as she sashays past him to walk to one of the empty tables at the far back of the cafe, solitary enough that they can speak freely.
... well, as freely as anyone ever can, in London. ]
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The sunglasses hide her eyes when she turns to look up at him. ]
It's a dangerous habit, inviting strange girls for coffee. How do I know... [ She pulls her sunglasses down just enough to be able to look over them. ] ... you're not trying to drug me? Or me you.
[ No thank you, sir, which means she has no cover to maintain, no reason to pretend -- aside from, of course, her own entertainment. She purses her lips and flicks her glasses back up, hiding her smile as she sashays past him to walk to one of the empty tables at the far back of the cafe, solitary enough that they can speak freely.
... well, as freely as anyone ever can, in London. ]