fixation is a dangerous thing , especially in situations like this. sitting in an empty office , her cat in her arms , she found herself wondering about the woman who had floated in and out of the room to check on her , and her companion. after years of experience , she had a way of telling. older women were , surprisingly , a little easier to read. they had so little reason to hide , were usually much more in control of themselves and their lives. so when roshanna returned , joan's spine straightened , eyes lingering on hers , her jawline , her lips. her own curled into a contented smile. " thank you for the news , " she said , words coming off a satisfied little hush as she started to place the cat in her carrier. " really. i'm glad it wasn't anything serious. " battles can be won and lost in moments like this. blue eyes peer up at the older woman in front of her , time to see whether those lingering glances they shared were meaningful or not. " hey , uh . . . i'm — i'm really sorry about this but , i thought we had kind of . . . something , when we were talking. " they were joking a little bit between one another , maybe a little unethical , not that she cared. it felt like how it would when a couple would start poking at each other. " i'd love to buy you dinner sometime. least i could do since you saved sophie's life. " she almost certainly didn't save the cat's life , but excuses excuses. // @inquirics
