[ it's not the first time tseng has said those same words to her, but each time it feels like it is, and each time is the same: her gaze lowers and her cheeks flush faintly pink, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. maybe it's something she'll never grow accustomed to, but maybe that's all right. maybe she wants that, too. ]
I like this on you, [ she says when they part eventually, one hand settling briefly on his hip, her thumb brushing a warm curve over the waistband of his slacks. she'd go lower if they weren't in public. ] It suits you very well.
[ which really should be expected at this point, but it bears repeating. she's honestly not entirely sure how she's supposed to get through dinner like this, but it's fine. she does laugh a little before slipping her arm through his, her fingers settling comfortably around the curve of his elbow as they head inside.
it's early enough that the dinner hour rush hasn't settled in yet, and it's almost easy to think that they're the only ones there. this is also new: she can count the number of times she's been out to dinner on one hand back home, but it feels inexplicably comfortable to be sitting across from him like this — just two people on a dinner date. she finds the novelty of it charming, but such is the case with most things involving tseng. ]
I saw a post about your birthday on the bulletin board in the lobby earlier today. [ in case he was wondering about how she knew. ] But the gift I'd purchased in advance. I saw it in the Nest some time ago and it reminded me of you.
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I like this on you, [ she says when they part eventually, one hand settling briefly on his hip, her thumb brushing a warm curve over the waistband of his slacks. she'd go lower if they weren't in public. ] It suits you very well.
[ which really should be expected at this point, but it bears repeating. she's honestly not entirely sure how she's supposed to get through dinner like this, but it's fine. she does laugh a little before slipping her arm through his, her fingers settling comfortably around the curve of his elbow as they head inside.
it's early enough that the dinner hour rush hasn't settled in yet, and it's almost easy to think that they're the only ones there. this is also new: she can count the number of times she's been out to dinner on one hand back home, but it feels inexplicably comfortable to be sitting across from him like this — just two people on a dinner date. she finds the novelty of it charming, but such is the case with most things involving tseng. ]
I saw a post about your birthday on the bulletin board in the lobby earlier today. [ in case he was wondering about how she knew. ] But the gift I'd purchased in advance. I saw it in the Nest some time ago and it reminded me of you.