She walks in, foot falls DEMANDING attention. Unlike their prior meetings, a smile graces her lips. It’s tinted with light smugness but it’s there nonetheless.
❛ Let me guess. I’m forgettable? ❜
The sarcasm is HEAVY. She knew she was anything but, and she’d bet anything she was right.
Cisco turns towards the footsteps and away from his workstation, curious as to who was visiting his lab. A smile pulled at his lips at the sight of the woman as he leaned back against his workstation. “More like unforgettable,” he quipped. “I’m still reeling from our last encounter.”
