( every muscle in her body continually primed for quick reaction in the name of life or death, clarke is faster to her feet. the table between them jostles a little with the aggression she puts into planting her hands on the edges and shoving back, the legs of her chair scrape audibly against the tiled floor of the cafe. it is an ugly sound. if other patrons look their way because of it, she does not notice. )
I'll get it. ( it's meant to be a kind offer, if not coming across a little intense. she also needs more coffee. or at least, a cup untainted by an egregious amount of absentmindedly added sugar. over everything — it feels like she's finally gotten a hook into someone else's line of thinking, and doesn't want to lose this lifeline in the event accelerator decided to peel off for the door. he chose to sit, he can remain seated. she wants to know more. )
What do you want?
( a notable drop in her gaze towards his almost empty cup, assessing the color and then assuming — )
no subject
I'll get it. ( it's meant to be a kind offer, if not coming across a little intense. she also needs more coffee. or at least, a cup untainted by an egregious amount of absentmindedly added sugar. over everything — it feels like she's finally gotten a hook into someone else's line of thinking, and doesn't want to lose this lifeline in the event accelerator decided to peel off for the door. he chose to sit, he can remain seated. she wants to know more. )
What do you want?
( a notable drop in her gaze towards his almost empty cup, assessing the color and then assuming — )
Black coffee?