[Maybe she was biased but Richie Gecko, you couldn't be forgettable if you tried, darlin.
Kate watches the cogs slowly turn in his head, continuing to trace patterns across the palm of his hand and the victorious smile that threatens to light up her face, falters when she hears there's a catch.
A catch that has her eyes narrowing.
Her mouth opens - closes - opens again but the words don't come straight away, her mind racing with the many ways in which this could end badly for her.]
Do I get... some kind of idea of what you might expect me to wear?
[But she already knows, no matter what, she has to agree to this. It doesn't mean she wants to agree to it blindly. At least he didn't say quid pro quo okay.]
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Kate watches the cogs slowly turn in his head, continuing to trace patterns across the palm of his hand and the victorious smile that threatens to light up her face, falters when she hears there's a catch.
A catch that has her eyes narrowing.
Her mouth opens - closes - opens again but the words don't come straight away, her mind racing with the many ways in which this could end badly for her.]
Do I get... some kind of idea of what you might expect me to wear?
[But she already knows, no matter what, she has to agree to this. It doesn't mean she wants to agree to it blindly.
At least he didn't say quid pro quo okay.]