[ He put jam in her hair, didn't he? She'd sigh if he wasn't distracting her by being so bold and uncaring about what their friends might see. What might get back to Zrinka or Rahela.
She should pull back and rest against the back of the seat, but no one's paying attention to them. No one says anything and no one thinks anything, either. All anyone can seemingly think about is how the park is still standing, when the next riot will be, and what they'll do if the police so much as raise their batons at them again. ]
How am I a tease? [ She laughs lightly, but she's not as clueless as she wants to portray. She squeezes his thigh and shifts her hand beneath his, moving it up as she keeps her gaze on his face. ] I am sitting here, cleaning up a mess you made of jam on your thigh. [ She shakes her head. ] I am not teasing.
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She should pull back and rest against the back of the seat, but no one's paying attention to them. No one says anything and no one thinks anything, either. All anyone can seemingly think about is how the park is still standing, when the next riot will be, and what they'll do if the police so much as raise their batons at them again. ]
How am I a tease? [ She laughs lightly, but she's not as clueless as she wants to portray. She squeezes his thigh and shifts her hand beneath his, moving it up as she keeps her gaze on his face. ] I am sitting here, cleaning up a mess you made of jam on your thigh. [ She shakes her head. ] I am not teasing.