BISCOTTI.

“Whether I could or not doesn’t really matter if I don’t have the intention to do it in the first place.”

She leans back in her chair, arms folded over her chest as she arches a brow at the other. 

“No, I’m here to ask a favor.”

                      _{———HE LIFTED A BROW BUT SAID NOTHING. fingers pausing over their initial ministrations, the man tapped his finger once on the grain and then placed his palm face down.}

      _{❝ what would you want of me, then? ❞}