[One of her arms wraps around his waist, the other's hand clasps gently over his draping wrist.] Yeah, yeah, you won't.
[Because when she is done with you Cross, behind the shut doors of her (a little messier than before) apartment you will be the pinnacle of indie rock fashion. A lot of angular edges, splashes of red and a subtle plaid along with knee-holed jeans and a rather uniquely cropped jacket with sleek, modern feel. The more layers she adds on him the more her eyes light up, a few finishing touches that include a lazy swept back ponytail and a feather earring put in place before she steps away.
Her attraction to him before wasn't too overt, shaded more by her simple joy of him being back. But now it's rather blatant from her stance to the way she's eying him up and down, committing this to memory and yes, wetting her lips.