[ It's nebulous. This feeling in her chest. At that first word. Something new. She could have easily played it off as a joke. A point, but nothing else. There are a thousand excuses and Vanya knows how to make them. Or even how to just deny without them. Depending on her mood. ]
We don't have to dress up for it, right?
Because I'm bailing on you if I'm required to wear anything that isn't jeans and boots after these last few days.
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We don't have to dress up for it, right?
Because I'm bailing on you if I'm required to wear anything that isn't jeans and boots after these last few days.