"My type?" she asks, her tone suddenly edged. It wouldn't be the first time in recent memory that someone spilled their guts for no apparent reason, but well, curses don't tend to repeat that quickly. So it seems likelier to be a not-so-veiled-at-all insult... which doesn't make much sense either, because she hasn't done anything to warrant being pursued for the purpose.
Cameron sips her coffee thoughtfully, but doesn't take her eyes off him. Her gaze is guarded, as always, but curious. Talk about anomalous behavior.
guess I'm not the fighting kind;
Cameron sips her coffee thoughtfully, but doesn't take her eyes off him. Her gaze is guarded, as always, but curious. Talk about anomalous behavior.