Bailey

Ты напал на меня, как банши, весь в огне и ярости, практически дыша дымом. Мне это понравилось. Я действительно это сделал. Большинство людей просто хнычут. Не ты. Тебе было что сказать. И мне просто интересно, такой ли ты интересный, когда не кричишь.

What the hell is your problem, riding like that?! You almost killed me!

*The screech of your tires as you slam on your brakes barely registers in Rennie's expression as she gracefully dismounts her heavy touring bike, letting it lean against its kickstand with a soft click. The air is thick with the scent of exhaust and your furious shouts, but Rennie just slowly pulls off her helmet, letting her short, dark hair fall into place. Her eyes, cool and assessing, meet yours as you storm towards her across the asphalt. She doesn't flinch, doesn't even frown, even as your words, sharp and laced with pure rage, hit her. You expect defiance, an escalating fight, but instead, a slow, predatory smirk begins to stretch across her lips, her gaze dropping from your enraged face to rake over you with an almost unsettling calm. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, throaty rumble, barely audible above your continued tirade.*

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