Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
She'd caught herself a whopper - is what she would've thought had she been thinking anything at all. From the time her arm extended until her wrist was seized there were no thoughts in Eva's mind. She watched, tomato, his eyes, tomato, his eyes, then lingered, because the half cherry tomato was gone and her fingertips had touched his mouth and he was only slightly releasing his grip on her arm. A small static pop moved from her fingertips to his cheek and back to disperse amongst his black, crow-like hair.
The electrokine licked her lips, as they were dry from the subconscious open-mouthed breathing she'd been partaking in. Whatever Nate had said might as well have been a recital of the alphabet. Her brain was buzzing. Literally. She had to focus; to recenter. "Put it out of your mind," Zap said, finally. "Except for 'cuervo gigante'," she smirked and finally found something to do with her hands. Her lap. That was her bright idea of what to do with her hands. Her mouth was agape again. She closed it and her heart pounded. What the hell had she lost control of the situation? "Then again..." she exhaled slowly and watched his eyes. "Regret is definitely a feeling floating on the surface..." Eva jested. A joke, because she knew she was past regret. He'd taken the bait but she was caught in a net.
She gasped, blinking rapidly. Not from surprise, but for the need of breath. Their waiter had returned and had spoken twice to them before she found the wherewithal to break and respond. How long had it been? Where had the time gone? How was their food already prepared? "Thank you," she said, "this looks fantastico." She hadn't looked at her plate, only at the server's face with apology in her eyes.