"And I'd love it even more if it weren't yapping nonsense most of the time," Morag retorted, flapping her hand in the air to demonstrate. The side of her lip quirked up in a half a smile, a really weird occurrence in the past few days. Despite popular belief, Morag did smile and it happened quite often, too. Granted, she usually did whenever she was among friends or making fun of someone, but that still counted. In the past week, however, she had nothing to smile out. It was one thing after the other, the awful things that had been happening to her. First Michael, flirting all over the place and being so bold about it, too. Then realising she still had feelings for him and, as if that wasn't bad enough, having Katherine tell her she was sure Michael liked her, still, had certainly been the last straw.
Morag began walking at a slower pace so Dean could catch up with her, quickly, and she smirked at him over her shoulder. "The faster you admit you have no life and I'm, pretty much, the only great thing that's happened to you, today, the better it'll be for everyone." She paused on her walking, turned to him and poised her hands on her hips, "And who are you calling a loner, Mr. 'oh please, Morag, come take a walk with me'?" she added with a glare.
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