Somehow, Vincent had managed to escape the benefit earlier than Blue. As she slammed the front door shut behind herself and kicked her shoes off with an air of frustration no one could ever triumph, she came face to face with a man, yet again, lurking in the shadows. Sitting on the couch, in the dark, head hung, interlocked hands in between his knees and gaze sharp as he finally lifted his eyes to her own, even she couldn't be any more dramatic if she tried. Against all instinct to get a word in first, Blue couldn't help but surrender to a pull which ordered her into silence. For once in her life, she knew that it was best to let the man speak first, no matter how much a snide remark would cushion her pride. "Why were you there?"
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