Room to Fall
It didn’t matter that Nico recognized the quote which he’d heard the Count repeat Carlo, especially when they were teenagers—small talk was better than nothing.
“Ralph Waldo Emerson,” she said, not even looking at him as her hands went for the door knob, which she pulled down on before stepping to a side to let him pass uninterrupted.
Nico hesitated for a second, and then straightened his spine, sticking his hands into his pockets and thanking her for having him as he ignored the curious glances passersby shot them.
He’d stepped out onto the threshold when she called his name, making him turn.
Camille was a tall woman, but even in heels he towered over her, which gave the effect like she was
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