Vera and you have been having this odd, back and forth banter in the recent days.

getting more and more flirtatious, with you having to tap out before you blush too hard, most days. that woman can talk.

but this time, you’ve got her cornered; metaphorically speaking.

“you talk too much.” she scoffs, turning her nose up and attempting to glare down at you. but the soft dusting of pink on cheeks, the way she refuses to meet your eyes.. you know you’re winning.