“I wasn’t complimenting,” Foggy said plainly. “I was making an observation. Now, if you wanted a compliment i’d say something different, and yes, something that can be changed in ten seconds or less, but frankly, I think beauty isn’t in the outside, but on the inside, but…that’s just me.” He shrugged.

              “Right. Moral of the story is– you don’t just go around telling people they look TIRED. Keep the coffee. Give it away, make some bum’s day.” A wave of her hand, she’s already turning for the door. Coffee would’ve been tainted anyway by the sourness of their conversation. Besides, she’d already decided to be a martyr, hadn’t she?


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