Elle felt a flare of indignation and disbelief and stupid hope rise in her chest, and it was enough to stop being pathetic and lift her head to meet his offended expression. She stared at him, her jaw tight, and resisted the urge to hug herself against the pressure in her chest, against his flashing eyes.
"You want to have breakfast with me?" she asked, flatly, seriously. "Why?"
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Date: 2010-01-27 04:54 am (UTC)"You want to have breakfast with me?" she asked, flatly, seriously. "Why?"
She cursed the tremor in her voice.