“God, stop that. You’re voice is nothing but plain annoying.” he complained, covering his ears with his hands. “Well, don’t judge me ‘cause I only get to judge you, ‘kay?” he then said, raising an eyebrow.
Seeing her shift in such an uncomfortable manner, Anthony understood; she wanted the topic to go any further. He let it pass by even though he wanted to know why, watching her silently as he tinkered with a gun he took from the table.
“Yes, I have been. Mind being more careful with your words next time?” he pointed out, placing the weapon down as he took out a cigarette and lit it. “You always want a frappuccino. Guess what I like?” he dared her, smoke billowing from his lips as he led Kaitlyn out of the room.
{ ♔ } - - - - - “Hey, my voice is a mixture of yours and mom’s.” she reminded him, leaving the place as the sight of the street, barely crowded, greeted her. A perfect day it was, yes. But instinctively, her hand placed itself on her jacket’s left inner pocket, the bulk of the hidden gun giving her comfort. If they happened to come across something harmful, it would no longer be a problem.
“Yes, sir.” she replied, cue the eye roll as she reached for his hand and pulled him along as she walked towards the direction of the cafe. “Um … I can’t. It’s always different that no one gets to know what’s really your favorite.” she answered, eyeing him as he took another drag.
“You know, cigarettes used to have a bad effect on me. Then you told me Claudette died because she was attacked by a demon.” the brunette casually mused, not really bothered that much about the topic anymore unlike before. I’m different, I’m not the same old Kaitlyn …

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