(OMG! It's like the internet went, "MY PEOPLE WHO HAVE SUFFERED IN VAIN AND WHO HAVE WISHED FOR FANDOM GREATNESS...I GIVE YOU...*wait for it*...COMMENT FIC OF EPIC AND MASSIVE PROPORTIONS. ENJOY, PLEASE.")
He sits back and it's like the last ten-thirty-sixty-whatever-seconds have never happened. His hand is back on the seat behind her, but she still feels the tingling across her hair line on her neck. She's not breathing his air anymore. And she feels kind of cold. Like he gave off heat.
But she's floundering like a fish, holding her beer and her hotdog. With mustard. And yeah, maybe she skipped the ketchup because she knows he's not really a ketchup guy. And maybe she thought about sharing because. Well he bought her a beer (two, even) and whatever. Reciprocity and shit.
But he's still smiling slightly as she stares at his profile because she forgot to move her eyes. She sits back in her seat with a huff and he looks so unaffected and she wonders how he does it. But she can play that game, too. She can stare at the moving men on skates and pretend she's watching a hockey game. She takes a bite of her hot dog, smaller this time.
And dammit, it's gone cold. The disgusted noise she makes has him snorting out a laugh. And yeah, she does basically hate him.
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Date: 2011-08-25 08:08 pm (UTC)He sits back and it's like the last ten-thirty-sixty-whatever-seconds have never happened. His hand is back on the seat behind her, but she still feels the tingling across her hair line on her neck. She's not breathing his air anymore. And she feels kind of cold. Like he gave off heat.
But she's floundering like a fish, holding her beer and her hotdog. With mustard. And yeah, maybe she skipped the ketchup because she knows he's not really a ketchup guy. And maybe she thought about sharing because. Well he bought her a beer (two, even) and whatever. Reciprocity and shit.
But he's still smiling slightly as she stares at his profile because she forgot to move her eyes. She sits back in her seat with a huff and he looks so unaffected and she wonders how he does it. But she can play that game, too. She can stare at the moving men on skates and pretend she's watching a hockey game. She takes a bite of her hot dog, smaller this time.
And dammit, it's gone cold. The disgusted noise she makes has him snorting out a laugh. And yeah, she does basically hate him.