Faith stiffens at that. Four words, and no context. Not that she's even thinking about context at the moment.
She had been tracing patterns in the condensation that had made its way from her glass to the surface of the bar, but her finger stills, the point of it in the middle of a tiny lake.
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Date: 2014-06-04 04:06 am (UTC)She had been tracing patterns in the condensation that had made its way from her glass to the surface of the bar, but her finger stills, the point of it in the middle of a tiny lake.
"'Scuse me?" Did she hear that right?