I promise I'll tell the folks at the shops that you were defending my honor or something.
[no she won't, she'll tell them (the people she sometimes can do odd jobs for, under the table) that he got decked by a girl because the girl thought he'd made her cry. And her grin probably gives her away.
She does lean down to kiss him carefully, though.
Oh god what is she doing. Like. Okay, he's attractive. And her friend, therefore safe. But... oh, whatever. Worry about it later. Now is for kisses.]
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[no she won't, she'll tell them (the people she sometimes can do odd jobs for, under the table) that he got decked by a girl because the girl thought he'd made her cry. And her grin probably gives her away.
She does lean down to kiss him carefully, though.
Oh god what is she doing. Like. Okay, he's attractive. And her friend, therefore safe. But... oh, whatever. Worry about it later. Now is for kisses.]