Re: Esteem.
She was flustered and it was adorable. Laughter rumbled in his chest at her rambling and he nodded his agreement that he would see her later. "Goodbye, Qiana." he said with a smile. Before he could answer her question about the mug, she was walking way. Fast. He smirked a little before he brought the still warm cocoa to his lips.
Orrin looked over (and down) at Garth, the guard he was stationed with. The man was giving him a sideways grin. The look Orrin returned to him was stony. "Do not say a word," he ordered. "She is a friend."
"Whatever you say," Garth said, grinning. "I used to look at my Gerta the same way."