Her hands, nails painted pearl white, quietly running her fingertips over the chair's back. Meghana gives him a smile, flits his gaze away, "Rumors are so cruel about you two. Who should I listen to? You or them?" She then rests her elbow on the back of the chair to study him a moment longer with amused eyes, "Are there girls left on the Deck that wouldn't be a repeat, Mr. Novak?"
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Her hands, nails painted pearl white, quietly running her fingertips over the chair's back. Meghana gives him a smile, flits his gaze away, "Rumors are so cruel about you two. Who should I listen to? You or them?" She then rests her elbow on the back of the chair to study him a moment longer with amused eyes, "Are there girls left on the Deck that wouldn't be a repeat, Mr. Novak?"