Re: Obed/Isobel - poolside - 7:55 p.m.
"Spot me one?" A pair of long, white legs paused beside him; Isobel towered over his seated figure, almost surprised at her own audacity. Mixed emotions warred in her breast—lingering fear, a comfortable sense of familiarity, and a strong want that gave truth to nearly everything he'd told her before. Now that she'd had time to process their earlier interaction, she found it less overwhelming to approach him. Light glinted off of her glasses, and she pushed them back up the bridge of her nose.
She bent, sitting down next to him, sliding her feet into the water. "I'm sorry, about the other day. I'm sure it must have been very strange." Which, in itself, was a strange thing for her to say to him; yet she realized her confusion and uncertainty about her own situation affected more than herself. Isobel held out a hand, waiting for the asked-for cigarette, wondering if he would say something about how she'd never smoked before. The smell was too familiar; either she had, or he had a regular habit.