[ That is... not what she was expecting. Alina looks a bit like she's had a foot fall through a patch of ice or missed a step coming down the stairs.
She's used to being told no, but... not by him. ]
Fine. [ Fine, she finally manages. ] I'm used to being alone anyway.
[ Used to it, but that doesn't mean she likes it. Her knuckles twist around the pen, a simmering anger threatening to spill out, but chance saves her from facing her own violence. As quickly as he had appeared, he is gone, the space empty.
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She's used to being told no, but... not by him. ]
Fine. [ Fine, she finally manages. ] I'm used to being alone anyway.
[ Used to it, but that doesn't mean she likes it. Her knuckles twist around the pen, a simmering anger threatening to spill out, but chance saves her from facing her own violence. As quickly as he had appeared, he is gone, the space empty.
And she is alone. ]