That evening, at the Blue Sun, she never expected him to actually show up.
That night, in the taxi, she never expected him to want to stay.
At midnight, in her loft, she never expected it to feel so right.
Tomorrow morning, she’d need to figure out what it all meant…
…but for now, she decided to stop expecting the unexpected~
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Second trade with praxos, another pic of his hawk character Mira Na’Ayla. v