Oh God, he wants to talk. This was going to be so tedious. She feigns interest in a pile of feathered boas close to the scarf. They shift suddenly, sliding apart in a way almost sinuous. The breeze must have caught them, the... non-existent breeze.
Ice crawls down Villanelle's back. Something is wrong here.
"Hmm, not so long ago," she hedges, glancing back at the man, a frisson of anger at the sight of him still playing with her mask. "And you?"
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Oh God, he wants to talk. This was going to be so tedious. She feigns interest in a pile of feathered boas close to the scarf. They shift suddenly, sliding apart in a way almost sinuous. The breeze must have caught them, the... non-existent breeze.
Ice crawls down Villanelle's back. Something is wrong here.
"Hmm, not so long ago," she hedges, glancing back at the man, a frisson of anger at the sight of him still playing with her mask. "And you?"