His smile switches on an answering one from her, matched with one arching eyebrow and a voice thick with skepticism. "Intriguing. Okay, I'll bite."
Sliding out of her chair, and heading past him to put her leftovers in the fridge. And, sure. Feeling a little smirk of her own, with that once-over. Not like Steve doesn't know what she looks like, in and from all stages of uniformed-pressed professionalism to nothing at all, but it gives a girl a little extra spunk to her step, when a guy like Steve gives her a look. Even if it's almost as old a joke as any others, even if it's as much for show, for a game, as the teasing and banter. Even if it's been years since either of them felt the need to hold back any type of admiration or expectation.
Which leads to that eyebrow being joined by another one, as she gives him a quick up-and-down of her own, taking in jeans, tee, shirt, tan. Feeling the familiar thrum, like an itch to scratch. Last spring was a long time away. "Looks to me like you're probably going to have to change, too."
Leading to the strong possibility that they won't actually make it out of the house this afternoon, at all. There's this tendency, when one or both of them is trying to change, where other hands tend to start helping and then hindering.
None of which she minds, today, she considers, as she puts her box in the fridge and shuts it again. It'll be good to go out, it'd be good to stay in. Put that doofy smile back on his face, in his eyes. "I can be ready in two minutes."
Less, probably. Which will be necessary when he invariably boasts that he'll need only one.
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Sliding out of her chair, and heading past him to put her leftovers in the fridge. And, sure. Feeling a little smirk of her own, with that once-over. Not like Steve doesn't know what she looks like, in and from all stages of uniformed-pressed professionalism to nothing at all, but it gives a girl a little extra spunk to her step, when a guy like Steve gives her a look. Even if it's almost as old a joke as any others, even if it's as much for show, for a game, as the teasing and banter. Even if it's been years since either of them felt the need to hold back any type of admiration or expectation.
Which leads to that eyebrow being joined by another one, as she gives him a quick up-and-down of her own, taking in jeans, tee, shirt, tan. Feeling the familiar thrum, like an itch to scratch. Last spring was a long time away. "Looks to me like you're probably going to have to change, too."
Leading to the strong possibility that they won't actually make it out of the house this afternoon, at all. There's this tendency, when one or both of them is trying to change, where other hands tend to start helping and then hindering.
None of which she minds, today, she considers, as she puts her box in the fridge and shuts it again. It'll be good to go out, it'd be good to stay in. Put that doofy smile back on his face, in his eyes. "I can be ready in two minutes."
Less, probably. Which will be necessary when he invariably boasts that he'll need only one.