Ilda only knows of one other girl who loves rooftops, and who can get snarky like that.
She hesitates for a moment; there’s something in Aly’s tone that she can’t quite put a finger on. So she just calls back out instead, in a considerably subdued tone, “It’s me, Ilda.”
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Ilda only knows of one other girl who loves rooftops, and who can get snarky like that.
She hesitates for a moment; there’s something in Aly’s tone that she can’t quite put a finger on. So she just calls back out instead, in a considerably subdued tone, “It’s me, Ilda.”