“all that matters is how you look at him.”
“Ugh, shut up,” Cella says, making a face and downing the rest of her drink. “I’m not you with the soppy eyes.”
“Uh huh,” Arkiem replies. “Sure. Right. You never gaze at him like he’s your whole fucking world or anything.”
“Fuck off.”
But she can’t really argue. Blaise is across the mess hall, having a conversation with Nic that looks one sided, though it’s clear to see that they’re both amused by whatever they’re talking about. Cella’s eyes keep sliding to Blaise, and she fucking knows she keeps smiling like an idiot, just to see her boyfriend enjoying himself.
When did she turn into such a sap?
“There’s nothing wrong with it, yknow. You deserve to be happy.”
And shit, Cella thought that when they bought this ship and took their futures into their own hands, she was as happy as she would ever be, but being with Blaise is even better, and it’s weird and kinda great at the same time.
She smiles and pours another drink, toasting Arkiem. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” And then, just because she’s rude to the ones she cares about, she smirks. “So when are you going to tell Nic why you look at him like that?”
Arkiem chokes on his drink, and she feels vindicated.