There came that blush again, creeping up her neck and turning her cheeks hot and pink. Penny turned the sketchpad back to herself to look at the sketch, brows furrowing as she stared at it and tried to see what he found so lovely. The moment of embarrassment and scrutiny passed as she let out a laugh – they came more easily the more often she did it – putting down the pad so she could reach up and pull herself onto her feet with the help of the counter. She instinctively dusted off the bottom of her jeans, hooking her thumbs in the back pockets as long as her hands were there and shrugging.
“Eh, you can cope with other human beings without having a panic attack, us computers, and do math. I’m pretty sure your skills are more valuable than mine in the long run.” She grinned as she watched him move to the safe, leaning forward on the counter. It seemed like Penny had some aversion to standing up straight, and an even greater one to Kant judging by the way her nose crinkled at the mention of his name.
“Well, if you’re going to be up anyway, there’s a bar that has an open mic night down the street that I wanted to check out. Wanna be my safety buddy in case there are too many people and I actually pass out?” She was only half-kidding, but at least she could laugh at her neurosis. “I’ll even buy you a drink. Booze is good for sleep.”