Delilah sighed and put the glass down on the table in front of him. "Fine. I won't."
She sat herself down in the chair next to his, sipping her drink and watching the crowd. And he could just sit there and ignore her all he wanted to. Him and his mopey face. Whatever. Delilah could play this game too.
Except not at all. After a few minutes she got fidgety. "Look. I'm brash. I know. And a bit self centered. I see what I like and I set out to get it. But I'm not looking for your undying devotion here. Mostly a conversation over some type of food or drink. I kicked your chair for seven years, I should probably get to know you."
She shrugged a shoulder and took a sip of her drink, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "That and you look like you could use a bit of fun. I'm all about having fun. It does you no good to be wound up and stressed out all the time."
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