[ Natasha startles at that admission — she'd have to be completely tone deaf to not know what he meant by that, and it takes her a second to follow him, staring after him in unbridled surprise.
She catches up to him in a few strides, dust shaking off her boots in soft little red clouds, arms crossed at her chest. ]
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She catches up to him in a few strides, dust shaking off her boots in soft little red clouds, arms crossed at her chest. ]
Did you come here often?