The sound of Thomas’ voice pulled her away from her thoughts, blinking open her eyes before turning to face him. She was now facing the same direction the wind was blowing, which made her hair push forward, though a hand quickly lifted to comb it back and out of her eyes. His words made her smirk, though it was one of those half-hearted smiles that didn’t reach her eyes – the kind she gave when she knew something was supposed to be taken as a joke but she didn’t feel very much like laughing.
“You wanna plan a coup?”
She said this with a more genuine smile, not seeing Thomas to be the kind to stir up trouble with the intention of stirring up trouble. He seemed to do enough of that without trying.
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