Cinesse's interjection snapped Winston out of his shock. He cleared his throat and adjusted his jacket, a fresh glare on his face and mouth firmly shut. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of a response.
((Maybe we should slow down. HyMo isn't online and she wouldn't want to miss this.))
((Maybe we should slow down. HyMo isn't online and she wouldn't want to miss this.))