@fractalmind sent: “—doctor,” porcelain against the table first: a promise of a brew, and she takes his hand, fingers soft, save for the callouses that often come with experimentation, mechanics and the / hands on approach /. Fingers apply pressure, a means to sooth those steady hands and ease the tension and the stress that often comes ( unseen, in a sense, unheard too ). “ time for a coffee break, don’t you think? ” - carol
Leonard starts, drawn from his reverie (and the hunch his body has formed over the latest stack of PADDs awaiting his signature) by the sudden appearance of a porcelain mug. And damn if the dark aromatic coffee inside it doesn’t smell tempting, like real-brewed grounds rather than replicated swill. He twitches an eyebrow and looks up at Carol when she pulls the stylus from his dominant hand, enveloping his broad palm between her own.
“.... well, now...” The CMO chuckles, giving Marcus’s hand a gentle squeeze in greeting, “... who am I t’refuse? Especially when y’come bearing such gifts...” He nods to the steaming mugs on the table between them, “...Is that real coffee I smell?”
