kentsalinger:
“That is true,” Kent agreed. “Kill?” Kent asked as he turned to look at her. His question came from repeating a single word in the sentence she had spoken to him because he hadn’t expected it at all. Though that didn’t mean he didn’t know the answer; Kent would want some better social skills, less anxiety, and no fear when entering any sort of public event like this one they were at.
“yes,” she said. she was not in the practise of stammering or choosing her words in a clumsy contest of which will do?
from raising her champagne flute to her lips to something as insipid as the blink of her lashes; everything was done with deliberateness. her words certainly were. though from the prolonged silence that answered her, in support of the fact that she found him an observer rather than a participant of the event, she had a feeling of what that something was. that didn’t mean she didn’t want him to say it. “does your silence mean you expect me to guess?”



















