[ habits died hard, indeed. it's so automatic to offer, it's only after that he realizes it's presumptuous. he stares down at his mayoral bracelet and heaves out a silent sigh as he finishes loading the machine and turns it on. better than his french press in reims, even. this is the life. he turns to face her again, leaning back against the counter as he wipes off his hands on a towel, letting the machine do its job. ]
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[ habits died hard, indeed. it's so automatic to offer, it's only after that he realizes it's presumptuous. he stares down at his mayoral bracelet and heaves out a silent sigh as he finishes loading the machine and turns it on. better than his french press in reims, even. this is the life. he turns to face her again, leaning back against the counter as he wipes off his hands on a towel, letting the machine do its job. ]
Or not. You know, your call.