Suddenly, there's a crash. A bland, unmemorable woman in a suit--the most beautiful woman he's ever--plain, servicable, straightforward--tall, bright, flirty--impressed--amused--an ALLIGATOR!--No, it was your--!
Greg sucks in a breath, disoriented, and quickly turns the sudden bout of dizziness into ducking down to tie his shoe.
It's not for J's benefit; he knows he's got security somewhere nearby, and the last thing he needs is them getting on the two of them right now. Something's wrong. Something's right.
"Are you doing that?" he asks, voice low, fingers yanking at his laces.
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Suddenly, there's a crash. A bland, unmemorable woman in a suit--the most beautiful woman he's ever--plain, servicable, straightforward--tall, bright, flirty--impressed--amused--an ALLIGATOR!--No, it was your--!
Greg sucks in a breath, disoriented, and quickly turns the sudden bout of dizziness into ducking down to tie his shoe.
It's not for J's benefit; he knows he's got security somewhere nearby, and the last thing he needs is them getting on the two of them right now. Something's wrong. Something's right.
"Are you doing that?" he asks, voice low, fingers yanking at his laces.