Some time when the world's not ending at all.
Room service. A glass of water at her left hand and of wine on her right. They'd had a lovely time, but Vernique had been quiet for a minute. Not the preoccupied, melancholy quiet that had overtaken her so often on so many date nights these past few months. Not an entirely sanguine quiet, either, though.
"Something I wanted to talk about, Jordan. You can stop the conversation at any point if you really have to. Okay?"
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