T r a n s l u c e n t;

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☢T.D.— His bruised arm leaned against the doorway, Maybe there was a smile on his face from how sweet this woman was.

                                “I can relate to that..” Beige pupils watched her closely, as she                                                     spun around to write numbers on his hand.

                                        “Or maybe superman will be calling you.” 

                     _{—-And her nose scrunches up in that amused little smile, because she sort of relieved, or perhaps its because she wants to laugh at the nick name that hardly fit him. Of course, to anyone else it would seem foreign in fact. But, to her he was superman. The question was, did that make her Lois Lane?
                                   ’ Well I’ll look for the ’S’ then. ’}