Date: 2015-10-06 02:54 am (UTC)
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She can feel her face go hot, and Blue stares fixedly at the tomatoes, contemplating a green one that's gone a little pink around the round sides. "That's because there isn't anything to say about Gansey," she says, and makes a face at the reddish glow to the tomato before putting it back. Her chest feels too full to think about food. "Nothing real, anyway. There -- can't be anything," she admits, which is fairer. For a whole host of reasons, only one of which is that she'd kill him if they kissed.

It feels shitty, though, to say to Noah, because she likes him, in a complicated way, because they have kissed, because she doesn't want anyone to feel bad.

She glances up though, surprised. "Wait, a boyfriend, boyfriend?" It surprises a smile to her face and she swings her basket to bump him. There's a very tiny part of her that feels like she's lost out on something, but much more that's warm and happy that Noah likes someone, that someone likes him. "You never told me you liked anyone. Who? Do I know him?"

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