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The girl had rather nice handwriting—decorative and dark against the pale surface of the board.
"What's this guys name?" She glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow expectantly as the balding, and rather sweaty, man piped up, his voice gruff and beady eyes framed beneath low, thick eyebrows.
"Brandon Clemmings,"
Luca suppressed a snort at the name, bringing his hand up to his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows as he cleared his throat instead, playing off the gesture with ease. Charlie glanced warningly over her shoulder, placing the cap back onto the marker and tossing the stationary onto the desk by her side with ease.
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