Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Cat smiled at him. It was one of her open smiles, genuine and rusty from disuse, and it didn't linger on her lips very long. But it was there in all it's broken-down rust glory, and her voice, while still canted with that persistent purr, was kind of cracking. "Thank you." Just that. Nothing flippant to top it off, and no generalities to invalidate it. Just appreciation for something that hadn't been said that way before, simple and acknowledging. And how silly was she? Sitting there and ready to sniffle all over herself in a dark cafe. What kind of a seductress was she? The thought made her laugh, and then it took her a moment to comprehend he was talking about old her when he said her name. "My name's Selina, for the record. Did she tell you that?" Another lift of shoulder. "Feeling badly changes nothing, and I don't care what the church says, guilt isn't absolving."
It's alright. She knew he was naive. Naive, insightful, stammering, calculating, machinating. And, yes, naive. "Alright. Tell me about whoever you slept with for fun." She looked at him with knowing gaze, a challenge, and he could make something up, of course. She half expected him to, even with all that fluster on his face. Reece had his coping mechanisms, just like she did, but the point was it wasn't necessary here and now. And, absently, she glanced at his hands as they worked on the coffee shots. "Surprise me, computer scientist." She considered a moment. "Do you want me to try to get you a job with Bruce? Do you want to work in your field?" More thinking. "Or at Aegis?"