Carlos looked beside him, over at her with a smile. “Don’t got any Halloween parties planned, then?” he asked her. “Not even for work?”
“Oh?”
She seemed to hum, tilting her head before taking another sip of her drink, which slowly started to grow cold.
“I wonder who I might be..”
Carlos grinned wider. “I’ve got a
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costume, myself,” he said. “I’m pretty proud of it.”
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