Ana's mouth forms a grimacing frown. She curses herself under her breath for being so weak. "Nevermind that. We're here."
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"What a nice building." Maroon said, balancing his headphones' music so it was just right.
"Thanks. I work hard on it." She smiled and ushered him into her fancily decorated flat. It was very modern but she hoped that he wouldn't be overwhelmed.
"It's so….luxurious." Maroon yawned, "Things are a waste of time. What does it matter when you die? What matters is the impact you leave on people's lives."
"Deep. I don't care about the things. I only care because they are my weapons. Do you understand?" She poured herself a glass of wine.
"I always do."
"And how does that work?"
"Who knows?"
"Wine?" She asked offering him a glass.
"No thanks." Maroon waved the glass away, "I don't drink alcohol."
"Fascinating." Ana said putting the glass away.