Re: Press Table
Okay, the man could dance. Maybe not with the skill and grace expected at this sort of a function, but he was fun, and there wasn't enough of that to go around these days. The smile on her lips as he crossed the dance floor with such cocky confidence was genuine, and she was grateful he was making this so easy. Grateful, too, that he was keeping her attention on him and not over her shoulder, where she could just catch Luke's movement to leave the table out of the corner of her eye.
"Starting tomorrow, the world is going to have to be denied your limitless piano skills," she teased. They were slated to go to Aseco in the morning, and she knew they had some security shifts in their futures. She slid her hand up around the nape of his neck, appearing, for all the world, to see no one in the room but him, and her smile turned soft. "My family, they're complicated," she said, grinning. "We only communicate via Bluetooth. None of that face-to-face turkey and cranberry sauce bullshit. And you didn't answer my question. What are you thankful for that doesn't have ivory keys."