The left side of Booker's mouth pursed and the corner of his lips dimpled into a curious curve. He looked to the deep blue of her pretty-shaped eyes and considered her theory-feeling-nonsense. Booker wasn't sure if this place had much to do with fate rather than the fact that it could have been a massive draft that had him, her, and a whole lot of other Columbians and New Yorkers. A troubling thought to his previous relief that perhaps his debt collectors wouldn't come for him.
But being here, they surely wouldn't care right? It's a clean slate. Sure.
He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, a brow rose, and he answered with: "I guess we could think of it like that." He had her picture, she had the value, he was coming for her, but it was she that found him. Booker looked to his cigarette and flicked it away before that hand went to his hip. He wasn't sure how much he believed in designed destiny. But then again, these were gods.
no subject
But being here, they surely wouldn't care right? It's a clean slate. Sure.
He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, a brow rose, and he answered with: "I guess we could think of it like that." He had her picture, she had the value, he was coming for her, but it was she that found him. Booker looked to his cigarette and flicked it away before that hand went to his hip. He wasn't sure how much he believed in designed destiny. But then again, these were gods.
"Might be that you're right."