Re: quicklog: connie and cris awkward blind date
[It wasn't supposed to be humiliating. Cris felt bad 'bout the whole thing. But, it didn't matter what Sam had intended, huh? 'Cause this was how it turned out—a girl, standing in fronta Cris, looking like she'd cried, looking like she wanted to fold in on herself. He was a good reada people, their expressions and body language, and he could only give Connie the trace of a smile when she laughed, lone, wet. Somea his own nerves manifested in him trying to tweak his wedding ring—a habita his for years. Course, he wasn't wearing his wedding ring, hadn't in a year, but his muscles never seemed toa got the memo and they acted on memory, not reality.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets are a second, as Connie rubbed at her eye with a palm, smearing somea her makeup in tears.] You make it sound like I wouldn't wanna be your friend if I had a choice in it. [Cris lifted his brows.] I don't got many friends, no, but that's got nothin' to do with me not wantin' you to feel bad. Nah. Give yourself some credit, gringita. [Amused and as kind as a guy from the Bronx could manage, he smiled at her.—He followed her finger to the machine 'DDR' and he sucked on his bottom lip a second, thoughtful. He rubbed at the backa his neck.] I guess if you're gonna make me make it up to you, you might as well go all the way. [He walked toward the thing, eyeing it with distrust, especially when the arrows floating by on the PLAY screen.] 'Dance Dance Revolution.' This is prolly the only way you gringos can keep on beat, huh? [He flashed Connie a smug grin.]