Anthony's gaze trained on her hand on his arm. It felt—strange. Unnatural. Girls never touched him.
However, sitting there, crooking into the chair, his legs propped on the opposite armrest, he was pretty aware that he was too tense and needed a break. He tended to wait until his work was done to take one, but maybe Lisa had a point—he may work faster if he didn't have to keep popping joints so that he could bear the tension.