--rei.

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Pressing mildly on the edge of the auto brakes, Quinn about found herself rolling past. Given it would be more lenient to just merely drive away as if she hadn’t taken note of the brunette woman in distress it seemed she had a nagging for tension. Thus was why she found herself slowing anyways, disregarding the nagging sentiment in her chest as she reduced the vehicle to a stop and finally exited from the drivers side door. “Shit place to get stuck,” She calls out, drawing her gaze up towards the other. “--want a lift?”

Leaning against a building, Spencer looked towards the nearest person. “Sure is really humid out still,” Spencer pointed out, fanning himself as he did so. “Want a smoke?” He asked, pulling out his cigarettes for himself and offering the park to the person next to him. “I’m tryin’ to kick the habit, so I’m sorta hoping to get rid of this last pack.” 

“You know,” Quinn begins, pushing off from her own corner wall. “--as a fuckin’ doctor, you might consider not offerin’ the woman with a hole in her abdomen a smoke.” The comment was awarded with effortless jesting as emerald hues scaled the length of the male before settling on familiar features.It seemed as each day passed, familiarity returned, and routines began once again. “Nevertheless, I’ll take one.”