Molly smiled faintly at Gert’s near-approval of the music. It was better than outright disdain, which she was sure Gert wouldn’t have had any problem at all communicating if she really didn’t care for the band. Molly made herself busy adjusting her hair, not wanting to preempt whatever it was that Gert had to say with a statement of her own. Especially since if Gert was there waiting for her to say something, Molly really didn’t want to just hand that over to her. She didn’t need to apologize.
Okay, she sort of did, but she didn’t need to do it first. That was an important distinction to make. When Gert declared that she would prefer that Molly be mad at her, Molly raised an eyebrow.
“I am mad at you,” she informed her, tone neutral as she tugged her hat back into place. “Chase just opened the door first. I’m mad at both of you. If that makes you feel better.”