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The first time she met him, he smirked.
Not a polite one, Not charming. One of those grating , arrogant little things men do when they think they know something you don’t. She’d been standing in the kitchen of IV’s apartment, halfway through opening a bottle of wine she’d absolutely stolen from his “guests only” shelf, when he waltzed in like he’d trade marked the word “douchebag”.
She remembered the way he leaned against the fridge like it was a stage and he was rehearsing a soliloquy. “Stealing from the host, dear?” he’d said, low and smooth. As if it was a voice he practiced regularly, Sadly she had never caught it slipping.
She didn’t even look at him, spare a single glance that could feed his ego — at least not while he was looking. Just poured the wine and took a long sip. “Well, he stole my lighter, so I’d call it even.”
That was the first interaction and believe me it didn’t get better from there..