┇BLOOD OF THE BOHEMIAN. ┇
she’s shaking her head, trying to dissuade
him from his chivalrous declaration to take
responsibility for her stained dress.❛ i assure you, it’s all right. it wasn’t
your fault, sir! ❜

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
“But I must insist.”
A charming smile, the edges
curled sheepishly, head ducked
and a hand going to the back of
his neck, an unconscious tick.
"Let me compensate, at least.
I owe you that much,“
┇BLOOD OF THE BOHEMIAN. ┇ && a grin springs onto her face, sudden and bright a fragment of sunlight peeking through the...