[The only reason Santana doesn't make a lot of bitchy comments about how slow he is is because she's crunching on her celery and kind of enjoying watching him. At one point she coughs, then apologizes with completely false sincerity.]
Sure it's not cold by now? [She takes the mug, sips from it.] Not bad.
How would I know whose event it was? A detective's? Some creepy criminal's?
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Sure it's not cold by now? [She takes the mug, sips from it.] Not bad.
How would I know whose event it was? A detective's? Some creepy criminal's?