[ Benji opens her eyes, twitching aside her hand to squint up at the person looming over her. She mouths 'bear?' as if forgetting to put her voice to the query, imagining pandas, you know, before becoming wholly distracted with the indignity of the moment. Peeling herself up to sit, her feet sink on either side of the fountain edge, boot splashing into clear water before she corrects herself with a twitch too late, denim cuff dark with water.
She swivels enough to sit, long limbs folding back into her own personal space. ]
Benji, [ she says. Her eyes stray then to the cigarette in hand. Wouldn't that be nice. Then back up to his face. ] You're not a 'they'?
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She swivels enough to sit, long limbs folding back into her own personal space. ]
Benji, [ she says. Her eyes stray then to the cigarette in hand. Wouldn't that be nice. Then back up to his face. ] You're not a 'they'?