She hums, a soft, noncommittal sound as her eyes cut from Jo back to Kaz. “Yes, he’s good at skirting the edges of answers without actually giving them.”
Her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before drifting back toward Jo at the beckoning. Do join us. Come take a seat.
The shuffle that’s happening in the booth causes both brows to arch curiously upward, an unspoken comment thrown in his direction. Something full of incredulity like, “Really?” or more cautious like, “You’re sure?”. Something she either gets an answer to, or doesn’t wait for one at all, before she uncurls herself from the neighboring table and slides into the booth they’re at— noticeably as near the edge as possible without risk of falling off of it.
She doesn’t say a word, isn’t entirely sure what to say in the wake of being caught and called out. So instead, she just reaches for whatever may be in any glass in front of Kaz and downs whatever’s left like a shot.
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Her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before drifting back toward Jo at the beckoning. Do join us. Come take a seat.
The shuffle that’s happening in the booth causes both brows to arch curiously upward, an unspoken comment thrown in his direction. Something full of incredulity like, “Really?” or more cautious like, “You’re sure?”. Something she either gets an answer to, or doesn’t wait for one at all, before she uncurls herself from the neighboring table and slides into the booth they’re at— noticeably as near the edge as possible without risk of falling off of it.
She doesn’t say a word, isn’t entirely sure what to say in the wake of being caught and called out. So instead, she just reaches for whatever may be in any glass in front of Kaz and downs whatever’s left like a shot.