She's already pulling something out of the breast pocket of his shirt as he walks up, and his arrival doesn't stop her; she just flashes him an arch smile while she finishes.
"Ooh," she says, holding it up, before she really gets a good look at it. It's a business card; matte black heavyweight stock with raised cream-colored letters in all capitals and a phone number.
THE WOMAN
Raven gives him a look, so genuinely interested and surprised she doesn't even bother with a quip. Instead, she turns the card over, and sees I.A. written on the back in an elegant hand.
She stares at it for another second, instinctively holding it out of his reach, too engrossed (for reasons even she can't quite put her finger on) to actually say anything.
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"Ooh," she says, holding it up, before she really gets a good look at it. It's a business card; matte black heavyweight stock with raised cream-colored letters in all capitals and a phone number.
THE WOMAN
Raven gives him a look, so genuinely interested and surprised she doesn't even bother with a quip. Instead, she turns the card over, and sees I.A. written on the back in an elegant hand.
She stares at it for another second, instinctively holding it out of his reach, too engrossed (for reasons even she can't quite put her finger on) to actually say anything.