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It was almost meant to be. The girl wanted to think, as the Russo offered her a fish that she had hardly noticed lying beside him. She covered her discomfort at the sight of the slimy prey with a polite smile, suddenly glad she had caught a red squirrel on the way out. Fish had never and would never be her favorite food. Thank you, that is kind of you but I have already eaten. The female said in a soft voice deep with satisfaction. She wasn’t sure if she should be on her way now or not. Ever had never been much of a conversation starter. Without a glance at the sky, the air smelt of moisture and she wasn’t sure how long the rain would hold off.
Ashen irises barely caught the flicker of nerves in the male’s eyes which filled her expression with hidden concern. What had she done wrong this time? Ever wasn’t selfish but shy indeed. It made her terribly uncomfortable that she knew she had caused harm to anyone.
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