[ amy closes the book and doesn't dog-tear the corner of the page. she slaps it down beside her, right by his hand. if he wants to hear her accent, he can hear it in freeform — while she has this book memorised, it doesn't mean she wants to recall it at all. she still presses into him, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. ] Have I ever told you the story of a bloke in a bowtie and a Scottish kissogramme who saved the world from having a heart attack?
omg not in public