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Sunset
by Ragna
"So, this is Los Angeles at sunset?"
Cordelia nodded, looking around the city from on top of the Hyperion. "Be happy you didn't grow up here, Connor. You'd be a really different person."
"I wouldn't be so angry?"
Cordelia paused. "No, you'd probably still be angry, but for different reasons. You'd show it in different ways. You'd be a little more normal, but never completely normal." She smiled over at him. "Being normal's overrated, though. Like Manolo Blahnik shoes. They were such a big deal when Carrie wore them, and now..."
Connor touched her arm. "You're losing me."
"Shoes, 'Sex and the City,' fashion..." Cordelia stopped and faced Connor. "I keep forgetting that you didn't grow up here."
Connor grinned at her. "I kind of like that." He looked into her eyes and added, "I kind of like you, too." And with that, he leaned in for a kiss.
"Whoa there, boy," Cordelia said, putting a hand between the two of them. "Not going to happen. Your father...my boss...besides, you just aren't my type."
"And I suppose *he* is?" Connor asked archly.
"He who?"
"My father."
Cordelia blushed and looked away. "Look, let's not talk about this right now, okay? We're missing a beautiful sunset." Cordelia looked back to Connor, but he was gone.
"Damn. Please don't let me have done something stupid..."
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