sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Miles frowned slightly as Fia spoke and watched as she took her hat off and her gloves off, his eyes following her hands until her gloves were in her pocket. Stop. Bringing his eyes back up to meet hers he had to stop himself from scoffing. "Really..imagine that...." He took a deep breath as if about to retort with something when he thought better and instead asked a question. "What do you like about Theo?"
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