[ Even in the dim bar lights, she catches the rosy blush that suffuses his cheeks, satisfied with the reaction. He wasn't about to get all upset about being called pretty, which means the first silent test has been passed. Not that she's quizzing every person she's been into. It's just easier to weed people out up front this way.
He steps in a bit closer and she allows it, gladly, leaning against the bar to equalize their heights. Just a little. It's easier to hear, this way, over the thump of the stereo's bass and the excited yelling coming from just behind them. This close she also picks out the faintest scent of cologne. Or perhaps hair product. Something like that. And decides she likes it, alongside his general bearing. Her friends, she knows, would poke fun at her choices here. He isn't, after all, the soon-to-be model her auntie had introduced her to.
But something about him is magnetic, anyway. ]
Some rest before the work piles on, hm? [ That's understandable. A couple of her classmates are going to do something similar, after they graduate, before they go onto their doctorates or begin their teaching careers. She ducks her head and smiles at his mention of her excellent company, absolutely flattered. ]
Sofia. [ At the obviously non-Shu name, she goes on: ] My father's Ravkan.
[ Boldly, she reaches over to straighten his shirt's lapel, the point of one immaculately manicured nail lingering at the finely stitched edge. ]
So, mister lawyer, how do you feel about a quieter corner?
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Date: 2024-08-21 01:12 am (UTC)He steps in a bit closer and she allows it, gladly, leaning against the bar to equalize their heights. Just a little. It's easier to hear, this way, over the thump of the stereo's bass and the excited yelling coming from just behind them. This close she also picks out the faintest scent of cologne. Or perhaps hair product. Something like that. And decides she likes it, alongside his general bearing. Her friends, she knows, would poke fun at her choices here. He isn't, after all, the soon-to-be model her auntie had introduced her to.
But something about him is magnetic, anyway. ]
Some rest before the work piles on, hm? [ That's understandable. A couple of her classmates are going to do something similar, after they graduate, before they go onto their doctorates or begin their teaching careers. She ducks her head and smiles at his mention of her excellent company, absolutely flattered. ]
Sofia. [ At the obviously non-Shu name, she goes on: ] My father's Ravkan.
[ Boldly, she reaches over to straighten his shirt's lapel, the point of one immaculately manicured nail lingering at the finely stitched edge. ]
So, mister lawyer, how do you feel about a quieter corner?