cordelia { CORDY } chase (queencordy) wrote in bocadeinferno, |
"Thanks," and without hesitation, "You know, in this light, you look like a completely different person." Was it fair to compare Clark to Jude and Brad? Probably not, but this was just another rare thing that the beauty queen would sooner keep to herself than share.
She could size people up and pick apart every detail of their entire outfit faster than she could ever hope to get Daddy's BMW to go from zero to sixty. Thank God he had gotten rid of the farmer boots and managed something remotely stylish in the last decade. The shirt was a natural choice as it brought out his eyes--but of course, Cordy did not think for a second that he was capable of choosing colors to reflect his eyes or his skin tone. It was well enough that it was short-sleeved as it must have certainly masked his farmer's tan. Whatever Clark's story was, it was short and vague.
Her Diet Coke with lime was set on a little cocktail nap in front of her and from her side, she lifted her clutch purse, a designer name that Clark could never appreciate, and from it emerged a five note. "Does Wilbur know you left tonight?"