[ it's lucky for one of them that bellamy hears his name called out. glancing over his shoulder toward where he'd ordered the pizza, he gets up, sliding himself out of the booth to stand. glancing at her looking at his phone, he suspects her to be simply scrolling through the pictures (there's nothing incriminating in there — after all, bellamy isn't the type to take shirtless selfies standing in front of the mirror) and so doesn't care too much about her holding his phone and going through it. personal space? he doesn't quite know what that is anymore. ]
What drink do you want? [ he smiles, and it's clear he's simply taking the piss out of her when he asks, ] Ice tea?
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What drink do you want? [ he smiles, and it's clear he's simply taking the piss out of her when he asks, ] Ice tea?