Baileigh sighed softly, almost resigned, and lifted the delicate flowers from the stack of books, cradled them carefully in her palm. "They're beautiful...but are you going to speak in quotations all night?" she drawled, glancing left and right to see if she could spot that dark shape again. "Or do I maybe get to know your a name? At least a name?"
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Baileigh sighed softly, almost resigned, and lifted the delicate flowers from the stack of books, cradled them carefully in her palm. "They're beautiful...but are you going to speak in quotations all night?" she drawled, glancing left and right to see if she could spot that dark shape again. "Or do I maybe get to know your a name? At least a name?"