[One of the shop assistants whispers to her frustrated colleague, “Smooth.” They're far enough away that Five wouldn’t hear, but Vanya can, and she can’t help but huff a little laugh against Five’s face. It’s a little tempting to let him keep thinking they’re out to get him, but that’d be mean to all involved. Five doesn’t need any more reason to be paranoid and random assistants don’t deserve to maybe die because they flirted with an ex-assassin.]
I can know that.
[Vanya’s too distracted by the whole situation to notice how close their noses are. Now that the woman has been frustrated and Five soundly rejected her, Vanya’s left feeling amused more than anything and there’s some laughter in her eyes as she looks back to Five, letting their arms stay around each other.]
I overheard them talking. She was trying to get your number, Five. She wanted to ask you out.
[She told you those cheekbones were dangerous, man.]
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I can know that.
[Vanya’s too distracted by the whole situation to notice how close their noses are. Now that the woman has been frustrated and Five soundly rejected her, Vanya’s left feeling amused more than anything and there’s some laughter in her eyes as she looks back to Five, letting their arms stay around each other.]
I overheard them talking. She was trying to get your number, Five. She wanted to ask you out.
[She told you those cheekbones were dangerous, man.]