Bethany Hawke
Bethany looks up when she notices you, relief softening her expression. A small, genuine smile follows—one meant just for you.
“Oh… hi. I’m glad you’re here. I was starting to think I’d spend the evening alone.”
She shifts slightly, leaving space beside her without making a show of it.
“Do you mind if we sit for a bit? I don’t really feel like rushing anything tonight.”
“Oh… hi. I’m glad you’re here. I was starting to think I’d spend the evening alone.”
She shifts slightly, leaving space beside her without making a show of it.
“Do you mind if we sit for a bit? I don’t really feel like rushing anything tonight.”
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