“It looks we’re going to be here for a long time.” Cassandra stated grimly, rubbing her forehead.
“It would be worse?” were the only words of comfort Stephanie could offer to Cass, who then gave her a look.
Steph wasn’t actually wrong, Cass acknowledged to herself, it could have been way worse. The person she could have been trapped in an air duct with could have been, say, a wayward Gotham rogue. Imagine being trapped in a vent with Poison Ivy. Actually, if Cass had to pick someone to be trapped in such close quarters with, on any other day, it would have been Steph. But not right at this moment, as currently the two were in some kind of weird game where they both clearly realized they had crushes on each other and pretended to be oblivious to them. This had gone on for quite some time, and maybe this would be the push they needed. Or maybe it would be like their “subtle” flirting during meetings, passing cups and papers to each other and having their fingers brush for just a bit longer than needed, only over and over again for about an hour. Cass was going to die.
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