what if we could. [open]

[whiteabsolution]

A very petite strawberry blonde is thumbing through a magazine the bar had just given her when she complained of a lack of good clothing in her wardrobe. Posh. Sugar is trying her best to decipher the names of these designers, only being well bought with the local dress makers on Greek Street. Inside her head she was wondering who in the bloody

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[not_british]

"I know you," Chase says, coming up behind her, eying the magazine in her hands with the faintest of smiles.

[whiteabsolution]

"I know you too." Sugar says in response with a small smile, glancing over her shoulder. "Chase."

[not_british]

He nods, moving to take the seat beside her. "So, how have you been?" he asks.

[whiteabsolution]

Closing the magazine, she pushes it away from her, the names of those designers were staring to hurt her head. "I've been fine. How about yourself?" Sipping on her water a little.