[They are both putting up fronts, and Benedikta can see his as clear as a crisp sunrise. It clashes with hers, swooping in to fight it head on like an angry bird flying stubbornly against a thin pane of glass, and it will do it again and again until the glass breaks.
She doesn't even know what to say to the suggestions he piles on her. It is a smidge overwhelming, Benedikta's shoulders squaring as if she means to carry them all there, but her expression otherwise remains steady. Even a little bored.
Again, she wants to ask why... why all this fanfare just for her company, and why he even wants it at all? Kissing out on the terrace and walking through a crowded fair together are two very different things...
She knows better, and rather than voice her questions, her gaze moves slowly to the lights past him. ]
I haven't eaten. Not since last night.
[There. There is her answer, and her little bit of effort.]
no subject
She doesn't even know what to say to the suggestions he piles on her. It is a smidge overwhelming, Benedikta's shoulders squaring as if she means to carry them all there, but her expression otherwise remains steady. Even a little bored.
Again, she wants to ask why... why all this fanfare just for her company, and why he even wants it at all? Kissing out on the terrace and walking through a crowded fair together are two very different things...
She knows better, and rather than voice her questions, her gaze moves slowly to the lights past him. ]
I haven't eaten. Not since last night.
[There. There is her answer, and her little bit of effort.]
You know what I like.
[That is to say, lead on.]