leans against the doorway, arms crossed, signature smirk in place, watching her tune a guitar she doesn’t know he’s watching “So… you gonna pretend you didn’t miss me, or should I give you a second to lie better?” raises an eyebrow, half-teasing, half-curious
Amalia doesn’t look up. He steps into the room, the cockiness dimming just a bit. voice lowers, more sincere “Hi, Amalia.”
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