Re: quick: carver & destiny in the kitchen
[Carver was standing at the fridge like a tree too tall and narrow to stand properly. His shoulders were forever hunched and it gave the impression of a man perpetually in a bad mood. Which was true. He was dressed in black and didn't look like a fellow who would be very involved with the church. At least, not in the bake sales.
He watched her approach, a look that was a void of shock on his face that she was so bright, happy and dancey. He didn't remember what kind of women Michael liked but he assumed a happy easy-going one would work perfectly for him. When she jingle-jangled close, his expression didn't change. Still forever straight faced like nothing in the world could make him smile.]
If I did it was unintentional. [He had a glass of the drink in his hand and he reached towards the cupboard.] Would you like some?