[She knows there's mistletoe around, she's been fending it off and getting rid of it whenever she could, but she also knew that at some point she'd end up under it with someone else. Kissing would happen. It just never occured to her that it would be Carla. It probably should've, the City loves irony like that.
There's a shiver that makes its way up Mae's spine, and her nails dig into the cushioning of the chair before the manages to pull away, undeniably shaken.]
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There's a shiver that makes its way up Mae's spine, and her nails dig into the cushioning of the chair before the manages to pull away, undeniably shaken.]
There was...