Trick
Leaning against the door, I cross my arms and feet, settling in to watch what's going down in front of me.
She sings along to a song I recognize as one by Shinedown. One of my favorite bands. Glad to know we have that in common.
"Fuckin' hell," she groans as she sees something on her computer screen.
A scowl darkens her face, as she taps her fingers on the keyboard, and then starts moving the tips on the trackpad. "Line up, damn it."
This is a side of her I've never seen, and I'm loving it. "It'd probably respond better if you didn't cuss it, I think it's probably getting offended."
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