"Jesus Christ," she opened her purse, producing a bottle of water from it. "Next time, I'll bring you a filter or something. But, this will do for now." Lisa was choosing to ignore his comments about her crying. Was it that obvious? Inwardly, she swore to herself. Damn, emotional Lis'. She walked over to the couch and sat down on the cushion a fair distance from him, setting the bottle between them if he wanted it.
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:42 am (UTC)