"Oh, nobody knows that," Jordan quickly replied with a bob of her right shoulder, and lifted her chin to look at Gatsby down the curve of one downy cheek. "Not even you."
She swayed abruptly forward into a long stride that brushed past Gatsby, still dripping on the grass. Just when it seemed her attention to him was finished, she paused, grinding what was left of her cigarette under one heel, and tipped him a glance back over her sharp shoulder.
"You really shouldn't linger out here like that. You'll catch your death, and wouldn't that be ironic?"
Without waiting for his answer, she started again, long, confident steps and the expectation to be followed.
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Date: 2013-11-01 01:12 am (UTC)She swayed abruptly forward into a long stride that brushed past Gatsby, still dripping on the grass. Just when it seemed her attention to him was finished, she paused, grinding what was left of her cigarette under one heel, and tipped him a glance back over her sharp shoulder.
"You really shouldn't linger out here like that. You'll catch your death, and wouldn't that be ironic?"
Without waiting for his answer, she started again, long, confident steps and the expectation to be followed.