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"New-ish," Bree laughed. "But it's nice to meet you."
Her eyes widened as a hawk swooped over their heads and attacked her tote, causing papers to fly into the air. Rather than feel annoyed, she enjoyed the experience; animals were her favorite things in the world. Well, one of her favorite things. She knelt down to pick up her papers, gathering them in a neat pile before standing back up and straightening her skirt. Someone whistled loudly, causing her to turn her head and watch as the hawk soared back to his fist.
"That's a gorgeous hawk you have there," she called towards the boy, then turned as she heard another voice say hey. He's gorgeous, she noted mentally, raising her eyebrows. But here, gorgeous usually means cocky, too. She smiled back and waved anyways. "Hey there, it's nice to meet you."