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Zhyan rolled his shoulders, trying to push some of the stain from his muscles, and also trying not to think too much on the fact that it was Sara that he offered the seat to. Not that he didnât like her, she seemed like a sweet person, a wonderful mother, it was just that he figured she didnât like him. Which he couldnât blame her for, he didnât know how to be a normal person around her and her child.Â
âOh, no, uhm, I think I need distraction,â he admitted as he pushed the pages together, trying to make a normal pile of them. The laptop was still rebooting. He sighed. Then started pressing the space-bar hoping it would make the reboot go faster. He also hoped google drive had saved his draft. Maybe reporter wasnât a good fit for him after all. âHow have you been?â he asked, hoping he wasnât distracting her from anything.Â
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Sara had already placed her iPad on the table and was fishing for her pen when the warlock posed her a question. Although she wasnât expecting them to actually start a conversation with her, at least Sara appreciated the effort. âIâve been okay.â Which, was her usual response for the question lately. It didnât mean it wasnât true, though. âYou know, just doing a little bit of this and that.â The younger woman offered him a smile, before averting her gaze to the laptop that he so energetically kept pressing the space bar of. âWhat are you working on?â



















