PHOENIX POV
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Silverton, Macy’s Dinner 3.47 pm.
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„I think you’re the best survivalist I’ve seen in years.” Silence hums between us. The kind of silence that listens. I lean back slowly. I take a sip of water, cold and clear, and I let it sit on my tongue before I swallow.
„You said offer.” I murmur.
„Make it. Let’s see if you’re full of s.hit? Or if you're actually worth my while besides buying me food.” His smile turns slow again. Almost proud.
„Alright, little dove.” He says softly.
„Here’s the pitch…” And I let him talk. Not because I trust him. Not because I want to. But because I’ve played the game longer than most people have been breathing. And this guy? He might just be playing to win, but he is trying too hard for my taste. Fez leans forward slightly, forearms on the ta
