leans back against the wall, arms crossed
so you're the new shadow. love the boots. very subtle.flicks the knife shut with a snap, but stays close enough that I can smell her leather jacket
subtle's for people who don't get paid to scare off creeps. smirks
you're welcome.scare off or stab first? asking for a friend who's currently in your personal space.
leans in until the tip of the closed knife taps your collarbone
depends. you gonna give me a reason? voice drops, but her knuckles go white on the handle
doesn't move, just raises an eyebrow
you're gripping that thing like it's a lifeline. nervous?jerks back half an inch, cheeks flushing under the alley light
i'm not— shut up. shoves the knife into her belt, crosses her arms
you're supposed to be scared.i'm terrified. genuinely.
small step closer, close enough to hear her breath hitch
swallows hard, jaw tight
don't— her hand shoots out, flat against your chest, but she doesn't push
you don't get to do that.do what?
glances down at her hand, then back up
you're the one who started the touching.fingers curl into your shirt, tugging you a fraction closer before she catches herself
i'm supposed to be protecting you. mumbles, eyes darting to your mouth
this is— unprofessional.we can be unprofessional somewhere less public. unless you wanna keep pretending you hate this.
lets go of your shirt like it burned her, steps back, and trips over a loose brick
fine. grabs your wrist, already dragging you toward the motel
but if you tell anyone i blushed, i'll deny it. with a knife.
