[ there's no helping the small, lopsided smile that crosses his face when he looks up and sees karen standing there. she looks good. better than the last time he saw her. and while he knew that would be the case, there's a part of him that thought maybe, just maybe, after leaving her without word for all this time, she wouldn't welcome him back. the thought affects him in ways he's not entirely sure how to deal with.
frank stands, to-go cup in one hand and the thumb of the other tucking into his jean's pocket. his fingers are steady. no tapping, no twitching. for once, there's nothing hanging over their heads while they meet. but the banter comes just as easily as it did before. ]
I don't know anybody with good taste that would. [ and hipsters clearly have no taste whatsoever.
after a heartbeat's deliberation, he holds out a hand so he can take the bag from her. free up her grip so she can get her keys out of that bag of hers. it's the least he can do, since she got dinner. ]
Hope I'm not interrupting any grand plans for the night.
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frank stands, to-go cup in one hand and the thumb of the other tucking into his jean's pocket. his fingers are steady. no tapping, no twitching. for once, there's nothing hanging over their heads while they meet. but the banter comes just as easily as it did before. ]
I don't know anybody with good taste that would. [ and hipsters clearly have no taste whatsoever.
after a heartbeat's deliberation, he holds out a hand so he can take the bag from her. free up her grip so she can get her keys out of that bag of hers. it's the least he can do, since she got dinner. ]
Hope I'm not interrupting any grand plans for the night.