"Is this seat taken?"
There's the slow flutter of long lashes, the almost teasing drift of sapphire blue hues, before she blinks at the man beside her, and a smile curves upon her full lips as she grins.
"It would be," she answers, "if it'd been anyone else but you."
Erenville all but quirks a brow at her, entirely amused as he tilts his drink to his own lips, and it makes something inside her practically brighten with glee.
Erenville, as ever, is a sight for sore eyes.
The corner of his lips quirked at her, and she flushed with a start.
Ah, seems she'd said that one out loud.
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