[And he does click off almost immediately. Forty-five minutes later, he's at her door, rapping a shave-and-a-haircut with his knuckles. He's got a bottle tucked into his jacket, lifted from a liquor store on the way over, and he's wearing all black and a leather jacket in defiance of the warm weather.]
I'd have brought flowers, but that didn't seem like the right move. [He smirks at the joke, pulling out the bottle and wiggling it. Then he sobers a little.] It's good to see you, Sara. Didn't think I would.
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[And he does click off almost immediately. Forty-five minutes later, he's at her door, rapping a shave-and-a-haircut with his knuckles. He's got a bottle tucked into his jacket, lifted from a liquor store on the way over, and he's wearing all black and a leather jacket in defiance of the warm weather.]
I'd have brought flowers, but that didn't seem like the right move. [He smirks at the joke, pulling out the bottle and wiggling it. Then he sobers a little.] It's good to see you, Sara. Didn't think I would.