Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
Awkward? Was kind of Reece's thing. Cat found it endearing, and she was accustomed to it. If she woke up one day and he was all smooth operator? She would've found the entire situation very disconcerting. In that way? He'd done a lot better, you know, with her suddenly being young and not the same. But, right, she played with the swoop of his bangs, and she was all lush smiles and certainty in that new face. And you know, she thought this was a good thing. After all? She was old-new, and he had a right to get to know her again, or, well, just get to know her in the first place.
"I accept," she said of his request to go on a date, and she agreed with a tip of her head and gracious acquiescence. The fingers on his knee toyed with fabric idly, and she gave his boot a solitary glance before returning her attention to his face. "Alright, they're going to think I'm robbing the cradle, and they're going to think that you're a very popular boy." Boy, because Reece did look young for his age. He always had, which was something Cat had never questioned. But the age difference? Very obvious. Anyway, he swallowed thickly, and he lifted her hand to drag two fingers over his adam's apple. "And we're not going to Jack's new place," she said, though she knew he didn't mean it. "Impress me. Beers? Not particularly impressive."