Whatever look might have been on the driver's face would have disappeared promptly once he actually counted how much Rosa had forked over. She'd meant what she said about him shutting up.
"Yeah," she snorted. "Right. Sorry I didn't spring for the VIP treatment."
And it would seem that, at that point, Rosa would head for the door, and she almost did, but she also realized there was something else she'd much rather do just then, and that was to walk over to Seivarden, grab her by the shirt, pull her in, and kiss her.
Hours. She'd let that build up in her for hours, and sure, she could have just waited twenty minutes or so, but why? That would be dumb, she didn't have to, so why would she? Plus just being there in front of the place where she went exclusively to bone strangers sparked up any parts of her mood that might have been dampened by the more exhausting parts of the trip.
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"Yeah," she snorted. "Right. Sorry I didn't spring for the VIP treatment."
And it would seem that, at that point, Rosa would head for the door, and she almost did, but she also realized there was something else she'd much rather do just then, and that was to walk over to Seivarden, grab her by the shirt, pull her in, and kiss her.
Hours. She'd let that build up in her for hours, and sure, she could have just waited twenty minutes or so, but why? That would be dumb, she didn't have to, so why would she? Plus just being there in front of the place where she went exclusively to bone strangers sparked up any parts of her mood that might have been dampened by the more exhausting parts of the trip.