“Jesus, Cat. Nobody’s pressuring you or something. Critic’s review? Since when did I become a critic?” he questioned with a raised brow as he ruffled his already mussed hair.
Walking in his typical cool demeanor, he approached the table and picked up the gun. “Perfect aim but I think you’re tense. Somethin’ troubling you lately?” he observed then asked, running his eyes over her.
“C’mon. This place’s beginning to get boring as hell. Starbucks?” he said, gesturing towards the door. It was true, the place was not only boring him but sickening him. Anthony needed a break from the world.
{ ♔ } - - - - - Kaitlyn gave him a glare. “You’re right, nobody is. And critic? Pfft. Since I arrived into this world.” she replied with a roll of her brown orbs. “This is better, that is wrong, you need improvement.” she mimicked him in a high tone.
And after his tiny review and question, another eye roll. “See? You’re a critic. That’s why. And tense?” she shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe … Not sure.” she finished, deciding to let it go.
“Boring as Hell? Why have you been there?” she questioned him, putting her hands on her hips. “I thought you just went to Heaven and back here.” she half-mocked and half-joked. “Whatever. I want a frappuccino.” she said, grabbing her jacket before heading to the door.

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