When he reassured her, Cassie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. As he gestured down his collarbone she reached over too, fingertips dancing across his shirt. Her eyes drifted up and she had to smirk; imagining him with such a beard was too funny.
“See?” She bit her lip for a moment. She guessed there wasn’t any reason not to, especially after she told him. “Yeah, sure…” She looked around but there wasn’t a very surface to look at, just a few metal spots here and there. She dug into her purse to pull out her compact mirror. She scooted her chair closer to him as and opened it up, seeing her own odd reflection staring back at her. She tilted the mirror to show Paul, and spied the beard that he hated so much. “Oh. Shit.” There really wasn’t much to say besides that.