The edge of slyness in her smile softens into quickly hidden shyness.
"I am?"
That kind of like wasn't what she meant, and she's not convinced his answer is all there is to it since he mentioned asking her to stay with him and how that's apparently not how things are supposed to go with him. Whatever that means.
But the idea still intrigues her.
"How long have we been friends?" she asks, even as she turns her head to look at the other side of the bar.
He's getting at something, but she's not sure what.
"A couple of people talking, another rat. There's a picture high on the wall. It looks like a lake." Puzzled, she turns back to him. "Is it supposed to mean something?"
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Date: 2007-06-28 04:10 am (UTC)"I am?"
That kind of like wasn't what she meant, and she's not convinced his answer is all there is to it since he mentioned asking her to stay with him and how that's apparently not how things are supposed to go with him. Whatever that means.
But the idea still intrigues her.
"How long have we been friends?" she asks, even as she turns her head to look at the other side of the bar.
He's getting at something, but she's not sure what.
"A couple of people talking, another rat. There's a picture high on the wall. It looks like a lake." Puzzled, she turns back to him. "Is it supposed to mean something?"