[He watches her features, knowing how hard she's trying to hide everything. He tries not to let it be known, instead he takes a step in closer to her. His hand reaches for hers. It's a light hold.]
Nowhere near my type. [He keeps his hold on her gaze, trying to make the implication extremely clear.]
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Nowhere near my type. [He keeps his hold on her gaze, trying to make the implication extremely clear.]