But the boy just shrugs, chewing on his silver lip ring. Her eyes go to it immediately and she feels an unfamiliar flutter in the pit of her stomach. He grins at her and swipes his tongue over the ring suggestively.
"After you."
"Oh, get over yourself," the girl snaps, knowing full well he can't hear her over the noise. But she stomps outside after him anyway, nearly breaking her ankle in strappy pink heels.
They sit on the curb outside the smoky club and the boy offers her a cigarette. She looks down at it and her eyes widen to huge blue disks. He laughs.
"Not a smoker then?"
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