Re: Dinner: Aedan/Marta
Marta knew he was looking at her, but she didn't look back. It wasn't quite avoiding his gaze, but it was close. Instead, she moved farther into the house when he stepped back. Though she didn't know his thoughts in the moment, hers were equally sure that she would never outright tell him what was happening at the motel. Or even hint at it.
She also didn't know that whether or not she told him anything about it, Aedan already knew.
Her experience with food wasn't nearly enough for her to make a suggestion about culinary pairings. She didn't even know if she'd ever had asparagus. Beans, yeah, but out of a can and a little mushy. And with the smells that were coming from the kitchen, she didn't think Aedan had canned green beans hanging around. "Whatever you think is going to be best." She gave him a smile, dragged it up from deep down where her old on-camera smiles lived. It was still small, and a little forced, but it was hopefully enough.
When he went back to the kitchen, she couldn't turn down the offer of standing closer to the fire. It was too tempting. draping her coat carefully over the back of a nearby chair, she stepped closer. And closer still. Until the toes of her shoes were nearly touching the hearth. It was too close, almost too hot, but something about the heat and the fire itself was comforting, so she didn't back away. Hands kept hidden in the sleeves of her generic grey sweatshirt (2 sizes too big), arms crossed over her chest, she sighed and closed her eyes, watching the play of light from behind her eyelids. She let out a slow breath, a soft sigh, and let the warmth seep into her.