[It's like she's got radar for the little fucker. Sees him walking once, twice, and then three times; and that third time, she's full of coffee, and her makeup is perfect, and she feels tall, and she feels warm, and she's not misspoken all day, and all those things give her enough courage that she puts down her coffee and shoves herself to her feet and steps out into the cold.
And she calls out - ]
Hey.
[Because she hates him. Doesn't matter what Ashraf told her about him looking wretched; she hates him still, and fears him still. But she also wants the truth more than anything else, the truth she was made to help cover up. And if there's anyone who can give it to her, it's him.]
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And she calls out - ]
Hey.
[Because she hates him. Doesn't matter what Ashraf told her about him looking wretched; she hates him still, and fears him still. But she also wants the truth more than anything else, the truth she was made to help cover up. And if there's anyone who can give it to her, it's him.]