And maybe he should, after yesterday afternoon and the voluntary, no-swindle-needed kiss she just gave him.
The corners of her mouth just barely curl upward, her smile tight but not forced. "Let's get you fed." And get herself fed while they're at it.
The rest of the way to the restaurant, his presence at her side still burns as much as it did before -- maybe more -- and she doesn't make a point of trying to touch him but she doesn't go out of her way to avoid it, either.
She takes her place across one of the restaurant's tables from him, going ahead and scrolling through the computerized menu to get their meal. To keep herself busy as much as anything else.
(Less than three hours from now, she's still got a shuttle to catch.)
"You're gonna have to pick your own condiments," she tells him, turning command of the menu screen over to him.
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And maybe he should, after yesterday afternoon and the voluntary, no-swindle-needed kiss she just gave him.
The corners of her mouth just barely curl upward, her smile tight but not forced. "Let's get you fed." And get herself fed while they're at it.
The rest of the way to the restaurant, his presence at her side still burns as much as it did before -- maybe more -- and she doesn't make a point of trying to touch him but she doesn't go out of her way to avoid it, either.
She takes her place across one of the restaurant's tables from him, going ahead and scrolling through the computerized menu to get their meal. To keep herself busy as much as anything else.
(Less than three hours from now, she's still got a shuttle to catch.)
"You're gonna have to pick your own condiments," she tells him, turning command of the menu screen over to him.