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[prone_to_panic]

Archie's back in the bar tonight, watching the crowd with a cooly professional stare. He's got his financial section of the Times again, but it is folded neatly and sitting on the table next to his latte. From time to time he takes out his sleek little cellphone and flips it open, like he's expecting a call from someone. Or maybe he's just using

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[skjaldmeyjar]

Its not so much the clothes or the gadgets- Svava certainly toys with such things herself often enough.

There is something else that is causing her to stare at Archie.

"... your hair!"

[prone_to_panic]

Archie glance up and beams at her.

"Do you like it? You were already asleep last night by the time I got home. It's a marked improvement, don't you think?"

[skjaldmeyjar]

"... It is certainly different, though I don't know..." Svava bites her lip.

"I did like your hair before, minn ást."

[prone_to_panic]

"It was terribly passe though. I left those days behind me long ago. I'm a married man now, no time for silly things like rock and roll hair. I have to make a good impression at the office. You understand..."

He kisses her lightly on the cheek.

"Have you eaten yet, darling?"