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[CENTER] { [b][color=bc8dbf]Deena[/color][/b] } [/CENTER]
[color=bc8dbf]"Yeah, I actually do. It's not going that bad, fortunately."[/color] Deena replied with a nod. She smiled and ran a hand through her wavy hair; she used to touch her hair constantly whenever she was nervous (mostly, in a good way), a sort of 'tick' of her she couldn't quite shake off. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, sweet of you! It's barely anything decent for the night, really. I have some kind of personal etiquette for work and stuff..."[/color], She mumbled in response, feeling a tad flustered by all the flattery, waving vaguely a hand as if to give it no real importance. She wasn't accustomed to being that much complimented, either; usually, she was the one who used to compliment everyone around (specially her clients, for obvious reasons). [color=bc8dbf]"Though I'm sure a beautiful woman like you wouldn't need much of that, either."[/color], She commented, the words coming out naturally from her mouth, before she could even realize. Not like if she regretted saying so, anyways. [i][color=bc8dbf]'She seems to glow whenever she smiles and blushes like that'[/color][/i], she thought. Now, she could be truly glad nobody had come to bother them yet. If only she could make that moment last longer... The other's words gave her an idea.
[color=bc8dbf]"I could help you out with that anytime."[/color], Deena offered, quickly, and maybe just a little too cheerful about it. Oh, Lord! She hoped she didn't seem desperate or anything like that.