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CHAPTER 3

Chapter 3: The Song

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"Maren, did you finish your report?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 98aeb8a6 Alina, a fellow grad student from Russia, rolled her wheeled chair over and propped her elbows on Maren's desk.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.f2b7c00f

"Almost."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.6f917050]

Alina gave her a pitiful look.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-303f339a "Fine.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©68b83244/May 21, 2026 Did they ever find your ID?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.729e8e5e]

Maren made a face.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (2a339fbc/Thu) "Nope.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.cd108fbd Pretty sure it's a lost cause."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··8b08766d

"So can you still make Professor Terrence's symposium?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹def6f37b›

Terrence was her advisor — a big name in child psychology.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·bca0cc13· Next Tuesday, a delegation of educators from overseas was coming to meet with the department's researchers for an exchange event.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #a952d5d5 Her advisor was one of the speakers.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·cee7c186

As the last student under Terrence's wing — and an international one at that — Maren obviously needed to be there.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1f928bb9) The problem was that every piece of ID she had was gone.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [d15b7a8e]

Her miracle-worker of an advisor had promised to sort it out, though.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.2d1634bb

"I'll be there."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-aa88a56e

"Thank god!‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.ed040ddf] Let's go together.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·f6738494 But I don't have anything to wear — want to go shopping?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1fb8173a)

Alina was also in child psych but on a different track, under a different advisor.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·224ba8dc

"Sure."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0a2ab922 Maren set her keyboard aside and swiveled to face Alina.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©7f700b3e/May 21, 2026 "Where?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ 60c7cd6d··

"Wait — you're done already?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (4423d210) Maren nodded.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.6893c40e]

Alina stared at her in disbelief.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·2be3fa0d Americans were built different.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:d039b9db

They ended up at a shopping center in the city.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶6f9f6061 Alina picked it because it was close to Poem Bar — Blanche was going there tonight to make her move.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1aa224a8

"Make her *move*?!" Maren had skipped one night out with the girls and apparently missed everything.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (9457903a)

Alina pushed through the metro doors, and the two of them hit the sidewalk.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.c1c87d4a She talked as they walked: Blanche had her eye on the house musician at Poem — some French guy with long hair, a punk jacket, and a ring through his nose.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:a8ccd37d

Blanche had specifically scoped out his schedule, figured out exactly when he'd be performing, and even convinced the bar owner to add a request segment so she could get up and sing.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹8ad66b23›

Alina held a blazer up to her chest.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·2e88054c "What about this one?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §3deae7e0 I don't have a white suit dress yet."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·17f1752e·

Silver hair, wide blue eyes — in a white dress, Alina looked like something out of a fairy tale.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.0cbed601] "It's gorgeous.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.0d91d8f3 Go try it on!"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1000a247

Women's shopping stamina was honestly a mystery.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8141dc4f Couldn't run half a mile without keeling over, but a full day of shopping?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-60ea97a4 Boundless energy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2debef35 Plus enough left over for drinks at a bar.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 218a745e

They'd come to buy outfits for the symposium, but once that was done, it hit them — the bar.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 32a47340 — So they started picking going-out clothes too.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sig.9c5f5db3

A pink sequined tube top caught the light and bared Maren's smooth, pale shoulders.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8bf3808f "That's *it*. That's the one!"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶52edd384 Alina's eyes went wide.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.fc134c7d

"What about bottoms?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·e3f5debd·

Maren figured she'd just wear the jeans she had on — vintage flares.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨2b165cb5⟩ In the mirror, everything sat exactly right.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-d774535d Curves where they should be, legs long and toned.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 0a3e4a90 Any less and the look wouldn't hold; any more and it'd be too much.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.9ec827e9]

A sliver of waist peeked through — not too much, not too little.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.11d9cc0b Just right.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [be2fcfc2]

By the time they got there, Blanche was already swallowed up by the crowd.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨55b218b7⟩ Maren leaned into Alina's ear.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰2b3d6a3a "Why is it so packed?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 9bf3fb52 The whole school seemed to be here.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·629b9d83

"Probably everyone done with their experiments and out to celebrate."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 61751a5b Alina was already shimmying her way through the crowd.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 7a890b05

Maren didn't have the energy for the dance floor.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (f04afded) She parked herself at the bar and ordered a cocktail.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.df65a5d0 An espresso martini.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.f6ea9d5e

Her eyes drifted to the house musician in the distance — yep, exactly as Alina had described.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #1126afdf Blanche draped an arm over Maren's shoulder.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley eac6b5d8 — "Well?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹aaeb9640› Isn't he hot?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [05f6cffe] She flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink of her own.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·c9dfeb23

Her eyes were practically glowing.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [2a651986] Maren didn't have the heart to shoot her down.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹4a4aabce› "He's your type."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-0532b7e9

Honestly, Maren could not for the life of her see what was hot about him.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-7d368fc1 He looked like he probably smelled.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2058bca8 Then again, maybe that wasn't something French noses picked up on.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰7fcbf42a

During the break, the bar owner started scanning the crowd for Blanche.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a0855dc8) He remembered she'd been somewhere near the bar.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.3c202ddc] He grabbed the mic and swept his arm out.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 48832831 — "I'd like to invite this lovely lady up for a song."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.a6a88c83]

*Click.* A spotlight snapped on, and the beam landed right on Maren.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ ce658068 Every pair of eyes in the room followed.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §cdf48429

When they saw a gorgeous woman with a killer body, the cheers erupted.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··4143e045 The DJ cranked it up, feeding the energy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ bff32693··

Maren remembered Alina laying out the plan earlier — right about now, Blanche was supposed to get on stage and serenade her guy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §2aa23c63 But where was she?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [proof:cfa7bdec] Oh.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ d58cd7dd Already arm-in-arm with the musician, disappearing into the back.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (d78ee153/Thu)

The night was young, and she had better things to do.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.b7466afb]

The owner could tell Maren wasn't the woman who'd pitched him the idea, but someone had to sing.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨513305d1⟩ He shoved the mic into her hand and led the applause.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-e3e396a8

Thrown into the deep end.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.73bff2c5]

Maren set the mic on the stand.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [fa99a30e] Soft, silky French flowed through the speakers.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0f2e6e40

People sounded different in different languages — different registers, different energy, like slipping into a whole other skin.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a36cd23f)

Rain had started outside since they'd arrived, a fine Parisian mist that blurred the edges of everything, gave the whole room a mask to hide behind, let the bodies on the floor move a little freer.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (cb586956/Thu)

A song that fit the scene perfectly.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©ea51ae4b/May 21, 2026

"I don't wanna be alone tonight..."

"It's pretty clear that I'm not over you..."

Where her French had been delicate, her English was effortless.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰36ab5bd5 She had the kind of voice that was all her own — low and intimate, like something slipped into your drink under dim lights.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ «5df5baed»

The sequins on her top caught the strobes and threw light everywhere, dazzling — dangerous, like a beautiful poison.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.b5294826]

"Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new..."

The room hit a fever pitch.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨068504c4⟩ Everyone wanted to find that irresistible, dangerous stranger — wanted to fall with them, lose control, let go.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·e4ea5262

Up on the second floor, tucked behind a tall potted plant in a private booth, two men sat talking.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©eecd77e3/May 21, 2026 A half-finished whiskey sat on the table between them, ice clinking against the glass.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.f2c38cb2

"That's everything I've got, boss."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * a6d29279

Kieran gave no reaction to what Grant had laid out, leaving Grant to wonder if he'd somehow fumbled the delivery — fallen back into the rookie mistakes from his early days.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 8dd97303

He followed his boss's gaze down to the floor below.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·590482a3 Nothing had changed from when they'd arrived — well, except the singer was now a woman in a sequined tube top.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.fb8efdd8] A very attractive one.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨75d18b22⟩

They weren't the only ones in the booth.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨c148b4ee⟩ A handful of politicians with ambitions and connections filled the other seats.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.87dd942c One of them walked over, drink in hand.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·43be6959

"You should come by sometime, Mercer.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·9524cffa My daughter Sarah just got back from her year in London — I think you two would have a lot to talk about."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley cadf51aa — He glanced over his shoulder and waved someone over.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a6b7b7cb)

A woman in a tight dress teetered over on sky-high crystal platform heels, hips swaying, a coy look on her face.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.43cd4679]

"Your intel's a little outdated, Counselor Pratt."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [proof:0bf38c65] Kieran set his glass on the table.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.9b137e50

Dennis Pratt's smile froze.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰444ec0cf He caught the implication.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [proof:f2cf3291] "Well I'll be — nobody told me!"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * de0c24a6 He laughed it off, shooting a look at the woman he'd introduced.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨74253669⟩

Kieran smiled too.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 07daafab "If you knew everything, I'd be out of a job."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [d11d3199]