Fics like baby take my thoughts and carve the others out

“Robby force you to take a break?” he asks when she’s close enough to not have to yell. “Yeah.” “Me too,” he huffs. “Like he’s my superior or something. Asshole.” Samira laughs, bending down to put her coffee down, balancing her sandwich on the lid, and then leans her forearms on the railing, far enough away to still be able to look at the side of his face, but close enough that she feels a little more confident she’ll be able to do something if he… Well. “Should you be sitting over there?” she asks, staring at the slight slope of his nose, the shadow of his eyelashes across on the top of his freckled cheekbone. “Probably not,” he answers in a casual tone. “At least I’m sitting.” That doesn’t comfort her very much, but she figures there’s no point in fighting him on it, so she turns and sits down with her back against the warm metal, mirroring him. “You want half of my sandwich?” she offers, twisting her upper body to hold it out to him.

Fics like baby take my thoughts and carve the others out

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