[He has a knife. It puts Ginia on greater edge, but she still doesn't strike, confused at what to do. Her confusion only grows as he laughs, noting the ease his knife disappears into his sleeve. It's smooth, seamless, deliberately apparent to her. Why?
She takes a step back at his second comment, a frown forming. Is he mocking her? Her eyes harden as she watches him, hand slowly pulling out her phone from her pocket. She types quickly and holds up a message for him to read.]
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She takes a step back at his second comment, a frown forming. Is he mocking her? Her eyes harden as she watches him, hand slowly pulling out her phone from her pocket. She types quickly and holds up a message for him to read.]
Do I know you?