'New money, suit and tie.
I can read you like a magazine.'
She watches him dress his upper half from the doorway, first a formal blue collar, then a black blazer.
She caught the way he fumbled with his tie, the way his nimble fingers pressed against the satin. He wasn't used to this, she noted, but outer confidence definitely must not have been a new concept when it came to less private matters.
The kitschy print slid up his fingers, mimicking a small zipping sound. His bold eyebrows raised then lowered in the mirror as if to vouch for his beautifully chiseled features.
With a small nod to himself, he was seemingly confirming just how dashing he looked. (Quite egotistical of him, she thought, though it was perfectly okay when she did it.)
Her slender body almost swayed to the grand dining hall, where she gracefully lowered herself onto her cushioned, gold seat.
His dapperly shined shoes padded across the floor as he sent her an arrogantly toothy half-smile and a flirtatious wink.
"New Money,"
She mused with a smirk.
"Shall we toast?"
"We shall."
This time, it was she who sent a wink.
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A/N: So I go back to school tomorrow. Coming back from Christmas break is like waking up from a dream. Oh my squash, I'm not ready!
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