Stefan did not miss Renee’s fidgeting, but misunderstood it as her craving a cigarette.

Frowning, he lectured her like a father would, “You’re a woman, but you smoke?”

His judgy tone pissed Renee off, and she straightened herself menacingly as she snapped,

“What’s wrong with women smoking? Why are men allowed to do it, but not women?”

“Men are different from women,’ Stefan said stubbornly.

“In what way?” Renee demanded sharply. “From my perspective, women can do anything

men can, but men can’t do everything women can. In that respect, women are nobler than

men!”

“How so?”

“Women are more empathetic, sentimental, and kinder. Most importantly, they can bear

children, and men can’t. Think about it—every human being came from a woman, so why

men allowed to

not come up with a retort against Renee’s eloquent logic,

Can’t argue against that, can you? Give me a reason if you think of

that’s reasonable.”

spaced out, she snatched a cigarette from his

ignited hers

her. He somewhat agreed with her

as they were an amalgamation of that which was beautiful,

embodied bloodlust, death,

to Stefan. Their faces were so close

on their skin. It was a delicate exchange,

lost in it

I’m frustrated. What reason do you

the smoke

feel like he had stared at her beautiful face countless times, and

forgot about it?”

Renee rasped, closing her

eyes sharply

you frustrated.

what Jovan was-plain Janes would certainly

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