[It feels like a sweet moment, but for a second she's worried that his little self-centered jokes will kill the mood. Instead she finds it in her to give a small chuckle. More bitter than happy, but that's progress.]
...I guess I'll give you a call if it comes up.
[She pulls away from his one-armed sideways hug, taking a few steps away and breathing out a long sigh, watching the vapor in the air.
She sticks her hands in her pockets and fumbles with them.]
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...I guess I'll give you a call if it comes up.
[She pulls away from his one-armed sideways hug, taking a few steps away and breathing out a long sigh, watching the vapor in the air.
She sticks her hands in her pockets and fumbles with them.]
I should probably scoot.