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He laughs and then shakes his head “You stole my taxi”

Recognition hits ht train

Oh shit It’s him Seriously hot Barney Fife from the airport

And he looks about ready to arrest me for my sins

Ryan

I have to ad the taxi-stealer’s face bloo a situation in which I hold the upper hand

I’ve never really considered myself a petty person, but evidently, there’s a touch of it in all of us

“Oh,” she says, her cheeks pinking up ever so slightly

The blush suggests, at the very least, that she isn’t without a conscience If she were, running into htest, but with the way she’s reacting now, I’d guess she only had the confidence to perpetrate the criain

“I-I’m…” She stutters “Well, I’h, so try not to hold it against me”

She s the expression into her eyes Her long red hair is disheveled, and her attire is quite a few notches below formal, but she’s still vividly beautiful

Strikingly so

I bet she gets aith all sorts of stuff, with just a coy blink of her eyes, and for some reason, it annoys me Which is coe at all

“I won’t,” I eventually reply with a sn on ue

“Good I’ out my mom, and well…I wouldn’t want there to be any bad blood” She snorts “There’s nothing worse than turning into a Taylor Swift song, aht?”

I sive her that

My gaze flits fro in the pajama shorts and nearly transparent white tank top above theh and full, and I can see both of her nipples distinctly through the thin fabric pretending to cover them

I’entleman, so I avert my eyes, but I think there’s a chance I lances down and then crosses her arms over her chest

“I…I’ht now, but were you saying so before?” she asks

I could tell her what I was saying, but again, the taxi Call htly evil; I don’t care I have one tiny sliver of revenge atto use it