_‘*    ???

_{THERE’S A SUDDEN RISE IN HER HEARTBEAT AND ALL WORDS SUDDENLY BECOME STUCK IN THE BACK OF HER THROAT. she knew that she was walking on treacherous waters, that she shouldn’t of said anything to begin with. quinn initially thought it might’ve gave other some ease, but her reaction didn’t seem to be the case. a small squeak came from her lips, unsure whether or not it was actually her that made the noise, and quinn frowned. ❝ n-not long, i think. i’m, uh, not sure. i didn’t – hear anything. not if you didn’t want me to. i – sorry. ❞}

_{stance relaxes    ,    (   as much as it could for a}   stress case !   )   _{head shaking dismissively at her own paranoia.   IN A TOWN AS SMALL AND GOSSIPY as theirs   ,  how could a bystander not already know everything there is to know?  spencer hastings is practically}    INTERNET CLICKBAIT.   _{shoulders slumped    ,   giving the stranger a single once over before head ducked down and arms folded across chest in a protective armor.     ❛     it’s probably nothing anybody else who watches the local news hasn’t already HEARD BEFORE.     ❜}