❛ —-norman . . . had a bad night, i - i got . . . caught up. i was gonna call . . . ❜ she meets his gaze with an air of finality, punctuating matter of factly—- that’s it, that’s all she’s got. a beat hangs heavily in between them, and she shuffles her feet awkwardly, doing her best to ignore the rapidly compounding tension. but it’s no use. something in the way @chiefhcp meets her gaze tells her he’s not letting up so easily. she deflates, leaning against her front door, arms pleating across her chest defiantly. ❛ what? don’t look at me like that. i didn’t think i was scheduling an appointment when i agreed to meet up with you, i just thought it wasssss . . . optional. ❜ she’s not exactly helping her case, is she? ❛ i mean, c’mon, i can’t be the only woman you ‘see’ . . . around here, . . . right? ❜ her mouth contorts so that her words exit out the side, an elongated half-humored half-grimace that encases her lips in a tongue and cheek fashion.
