( she always looks so good when she smiles. he doesn't think she does it enough — not in that 'smile more!' way creeps like to throw at women just going about their day, but in the sense that he thinks she just smiles less now than she used to, and he's not quite sure he wants to try and pinpoint that to any one moment. her fingers are soft, light against his skin, almost tickling, and he raises his eyebrows at her, skeptically, questioning.
then, he uses his other hand to pick the bottle up and place it in front of her, leaving her hand resting on his. )
Sure, ( he answers easily, pausing in her space. ) But fair's fair. ( is what he adds as he withdraws his hand from the bottle and takes her straw instead, still leaning across their arms. he takes a sip, and—.
pulls a face. it's instinctual and immediate, the way he decides he doesn't like it, it's all at once too sweet and too heady, and as he drops the straw back into the glass (bowl), he looks at bobbi like she's betrayed him, personally.
a lengthy moment later— ) That's sure something, Bobbi-bird.
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then, he uses his other hand to pick the bottle up and place it in front of her, leaving her hand resting on his. )
Sure, ( he answers easily, pausing in her space. ) But fair's fair. ( is what he adds as he withdraws his hand from the bottle and takes her straw instead, still leaning across their arms. he takes a sip, and—.
pulls a face. it's instinctual and immediate, the way he decides he doesn't like it, it's all at once too sweet and too heady, and as he drops the straw back into the glass (bowl), he looks at bobbi like she's betrayed him, personally.
a lengthy moment later— ) That's sure something, Bobbi-bird.