Sydney
I think you’ll find my company as charming as ever. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. If by charming he meant insufferable and exasperating, then yes, she anticipated he would be as ‘charming’ as ever. And once again the question begged as to why she would subject herself to such torment, knowing how this was all likely to end. “I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about,” she remarked innocently through coy, fluttering lashes. It was starting to become habitual between the two. They would find themselves in a situation such as this one, flirting with the notion that they could ever be more than anything they had ever been, and then something would happen to make one or the other pull away and resume ignoring one another for several long months at a time. Only to do it all again when a new moment presented itself, doomed to endure a never ending cycle of passion, rejection and frustration.
Sydney must have still clung to the belief that one day that cycle would end itself, or else why keep doing this to herself? What was the definition of insanity again? Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result?
She ruminated over their situation as they continued on down the street side by side. “How about this. I will agree to be less cheeky if you agree to drop the subject of Jonathon from here on out.” They came upon the bar in that moment, pausing before the entrance as she turned to face him head on. “And if you agree to at the very least make an effort to cease in your attempts to mercilessly rile me up.” I know the game you play, Christian Jenkins. Her gaze seemed to suggest. You don’t fool me. She held out her palm expectantly, curious to see if he would accept her terms. Compromise had never been his strong suit.
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Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.
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