<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, watching the cup refill it self. She didn’t down this one instantly, sipping at it to steady her frayed nerves. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I didn’t…. I just told him my name. He asked me for a proper introduction.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she licked her lips. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“And suddenly he seemed incredibly eager to learn as much as he could about me…  after that I just kept insisting that I needed to go and I was going to be late.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she seemed like she was calming down now, sliding off her shoes under the coffee table and curling them up beneath herself.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “And when i tried to leave, he tried to knock me off my feet and practically carry me off.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi took his glass, patting her on the leg reassuringly.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;depending on the circles dad ran in, there’s no telling what that guy could know about us. A name is a powerful tool. You really should have paid more attention when dad was teaching us about his business.&gt;</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;yeah. Before Gadrin hit puberty.&gt;</span></i>