(She stares at him, one eyebrow raised as if to ask 'are you finished?', and the pause before she reaches out to take his hand is deliberate. She has no idea why he thinks she might say anything. She never has, this entire time, has she. Wasn't that the entire fucking point behind why she's so embarrassed that he now knows.)
Deal.
(Angling her own hand, she turns it the gesture into more of a curt shake. In her mind's eye, she can see how he might have pulled the back of her hand toward his mouth and she's not in the mood for his version of charming.
But is she ever?
With his hand released, all she has to do now is wait.)
no subject
Deal.
(Angling her own hand, she turns it the gesture into more of a curt shake. In her mind's eye, she can see how he might have pulled the back of her hand toward his mouth and she's not in the mood for his version of charming.
But is she ever?
With his hand released, all she has to do now is wait.)