Alice at once noticed his expression, or lack of one really. It suddenly felt as if there was a belt around her heart and lungs and someone was slowly tightening it, notch by notch. She swallowed hard and looked at him, trying to figure out how to behave. Her body told her exactly how to act; it told her that if she leaned against him in just the right way their hips fit together and that if she moved the right way she could nestle into the nook of his neck. She was restrained, however, by the knowledge she was not allowed to do that. She had thrown it all away, and she ached as guilt seeped in her bones. She shouldn't have come.
Leaning against the counter, she stretched to try to see him as he left her sight. She could hear the kettle and a smile stretched across her lips as her mind played back to the few times they had been at the Burrow together. It was so warm, and cozy. Before her thoughts could stray to the negative, he called to her, and she started with surprise. "Oh," she replied and promptly made her way over. She smiled in response, finding it impossible not to around him, and she made her way up the stairs, looking over her shoulder as she did so. "Is it just you working here?" She thought if must've been hard to run on his own.