It's too rare, the times they actually see each other.
That's the thought that sticks first, like gum he didn't expect to step on, when she looks up and smiles. She always looks like a breath of fresh air. Always feels like the moment you fold up the world and tuck it away for a few minutes. If he has any idea what a vacation is, it's tripped up in this feeling. Simple and welcoming, the kind of uncomplicated easy, that hangs right on the curve of her lips and the light in her eyes.
Teasing and comfortable from the first. Nothing like the shock or the awkwardness from almost two weeks ago now.
He can focus on pulling out and dropping down into chair with something of a tug to the edge of his mouth, when he's picking up a drink and appetizer flip-style menu from the far end of the table. "Probably for the best. This place wouldn't like having its tables used for target practice, and I'm pretty sure I don't have another nice shirt in the truck."
Not that he actually would have. Stood her up. Not for anything less than a case, or an emergency. He wouldn't have actually agreed only to leave her sitting here. He'd done enough of that the first weekend hadn't he? When she was entirely willing and he only stopped her just short of kissing him, and he'd let her ask all those questions, with the barest of answers.
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Date: 2013-03-26 09:35 pm (UTC)That's the thought that sticks first, like gum he didn't expect to step on, when she looks up and smiles. She always looks like a breath of fresh air. Always feels like the moment you fold up the world and tuck it away for a few minutes. If he has any idea what a vacation is, it's tripped up in this feeling. Simple and welcoming, the kind of uncomplicated easy, that hangs right on the curve of her lips and the light in her eyes.
Teasing and comfortable from the first. Nothing like the shock or the awkwardness from almost two weeks ago now.
He can focus on pulling out and dropping down into chair with something of a tug to the edge of his mouth, when he's picking up a drink and appetizer flip-style menu from the far end of the table. "Probably for the best. This place wouldn't like having its tables used for target practice, and I'm pretty sure I don't have another nice shirt in the truck."
Not that he actually would have. Stood her up. Not for anything less than a case, or an emergency. He wouldn't have actually agreed only to leave her sitting here. He'd done enough of that the first weekend hadn't he? When she was entirely willing and he only stopped her just short of kissing him, and he'd let her ask all those questions, with the barest of answers.