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It's not a bad look on you, ( she says, maybe referring to this strange, newfound optimism of his, or perhaps that ridiculous floral button down he wears so unashamedly. sara puts her hands on her hips while she contemplates what else they might need — and maybe just to give mick more time to brazenly let his gaze sweep over her; she'd be lying if she said she doesn't enjoy it.
but there's a moment of realization, and she dashes back into her room for a hot second, returning with two towels draped over her arm. hell, she'd almost grabbed only one just to prove a point, but maybe they'll need an extra to dry off if they decide to take a little dip in the ocean. resourcefulness: just another reason why captain lance is good at her job. )
Alright. Let's get this show on the road. ( you know, this feels like the perfect opportunity to get really close, maybe stand on her tiptoes a little, brandishing her trademark Sara Lance Smirk™️ as she leans closer and —
shoves the towels against his chest for him to carry, gets back down to her own level, and opens the front door. to the beach! )
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