[He couldn't even pretend that he wanted to enjoy his coffee, given how little benefit he could receive from it. It was just an accessory to blend in.
When he touched his cup to the table, his brows wrinkled in thought as he'd contemplated at first to simply not respond at all. Archer kept his eyes on the bright faces making merry down the street and sighed. Curiosity was a killer.]
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When he touched his cup to the table, his brows wrinkled in thought as he'd contemplated at first to simply not respond at all. Archer kept his eyes on the bright faces making merry down the street and sighed. Curiosity was a killer.]
Were you speaking to me, miss?