She scrunches up her face in thought, holding her glass above the tabletop a few inches while she pretends to give it some consideration. "You know, that really isn't my strongest memory of your dining room table."
It was fun, though. He was fun. They were fun, and she's not going to lie, she's a big girl, and she's sort of unhappy that it's in the past now, slipped away without her even realizing it was going anywhere. She's been sad. There's no shame in admitting it. They had a good run, and a good time, and she wishes it weren't gone, but there it is. Or, there it was, written across Steve in letters she couldn't help but read and understand.
He's never looked like that before, talking about someone.
She's never seen him the way he was when Danny opened that door and made everything crystal clear in a matter of seconds.
It's still there, she thinks, if she studies him closely enough. It isn't obvious, and it's probably under layers of wary caution and a serious dislike of being here at all, called in like a squid about to get chewed out, but she thinks there's something that looks a little different about him, too.
Or maybe she's just paying closer attention, now.
The waitress who brought her drink comes back with the small plate of ahi she'd ordered as an appetizer, and she thanks her, pulling a napkin off the table onto her lap.
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Date: 2013-03-26 11:47 pm (UTC)It was fun, though. He was fun. They were fun, and she's not going to lie, she's a big girl, and she's sort of unhappy that it's in the past now, slipped away without her even realizing it was going anywhere. She's been sad. There's no shame in admitting it. They had a good run, and a good time, and she wishes it weren't gone, but there it is. Or, there it was, written across Steve in letters she couldn't help but read and understand.
He's never looked like that before, talking about someone.
She's never seen him the way he was when Danny opened that door and made everything crystal clear in a matter of seconds.
It's still there, she thinks, if she studies him closely enough. It isn't obvious, and it's probably under layers of wary caution and a serious dislike of being here at all, called in like a squid about to get chewed out, but she thinks there's something that looks a little different about him, too.
Or maybe she's just paying closer attention, now.
The waitress who brought her drink comes back with the small plate of ahi she'd ordered as an appetizer, and she thanks her, pulling a napkin off the table onto her lap.