Wanda had just seen Gemma off to bed when the silhouette at the window caught her eye. Careful to keep her expression neutral, she shut the door behind the younger woman, approaching her balcony warily.
That particular figure was recognizable even from across the room, and Wanda sucked in a slow breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Still, she knew he couldn't have tracked her down just to frighten her from outside, and so she crossed to the sliding door, unlocking it and slipping it open just enough to glower at him.
She only opened the door a sliver. As if she was actually somehow protected from him by a goddamn sheet of glass. All she'd seen, and he still made her nervous? Not that he minded, exactly, but that delicious aroma of fear filtering through from inside was going to be destracting.
"I told you I was coming to talk," he narrowed his eyes down at her with some level of authority, as if it were his apartment, and she was the intruder. "Now move over, 'cause I'm coming in."
"I had business to take care of," he scowled right back. "And because. It's eight thousand fucking degrees outside, even at night, I'm hot, I'm tired and I want to sit my ass down. Now stop being a bad hostess or I'll break this door in and send that little girl running in here to investigate."
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That particular figure was recognizable even from across the room, and Wanda sucked in a slow breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Still, she knew he couldn't have tracked her down just to frighten her from outside, and so she crossed to the sliding door, unlocking it and slipping it open just enough to glower at him.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
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"I told you I was coming to talk," he narrowed his eyes down at her with some level of authority, as if it were his apartment, and she was the intruder. "Now move over, 'cause I'm coming in."
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