She TWITCHES at that remark about her skin, fingers squeezing around her glass.
"What the fuck else did you expect the great Toni Stark to look like? Is my face not in enough magazines for your liking? Not striking? Not iconic enough? I'm not sure how much more memorable I'm supposed to get beyond having a glowing blue light in my cleavage."
She reaches up and points her finger in his face, just a breath from touching him.
"So where exactly have we met before then? Because it's just that I really think I'd remember a guy wandering around in a leather overcoat in summer while talking like he escaped from Stratford."
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"What the fuck else did you expect the great Toni Stark to look like? Is my face not in enough magazines for your liking? Not striking? Not iconic enough? I'm not sure how much more memorable I'm supposed to get beyond having a glowing blue light in my cleavage."
She reaches up and points her finger in his face, just a breath from touching him.
"So where exactly have we met before then? Because it's just that I really think I'd remember a guy wandering around in a leather overcoat in summer while talking like he escaped from Stratford."