Sunset giggled and reached into her bag, pulling out a copy of her current novel, Stephen King’s “11/22/63”. With a slight grunt due to it’s sheer thickness and weight, she plopped it down on the table with a ‘thud!’ “Try me beautiful.” She said with a smirk.
Almost immediately, Yuri’s eyes widened with sheer fascination. “You read Stephen King’s work?! O-Oh, wow…!”
… Then, she realized Sunset called her beautiful again, and that same embarrassed blush forced its way to her expression. “I-I will, um.. um..” It gradually grew redder as she forced herself to say it. “Beautiful.”
“Hey, I did mention he was one of my favorites.” She said, putting the book back in her bag. “And if it turns out to be a fluke of a book, it’ll at least make a good weapon.” She said, giggling again but pausing slightly as she heard Yuri’s last word. “O-oh… T-thank you…” Now it was her turn to blush.
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