She slowly holds out the handkerchief in return. Not questioning why he would want it back. A small spark of courage igniting as her curiosity gets the better of her. Before she can stop herself, Jacqueline's voice asks tremulously, "...are...you the..." sweat breaking out on her brow for asking as her voice shrinks to almost a whisper. "...the Opera ghost?"
It had to be he. Even if she had never seen him before, who else would it be?
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Date: 2016-05-13 01:27 am (UTC)It had to be he. Even if she had never seen him before, who else would it be?