Re: dc: john b./selina k., robinson park
[She didn't know what to make of the fact that he took the offered seat. It was too soon to figure out why, and maybe Eddie's little jab about not being able to step into anyone's shoes was too fresh for her to work her way around. But she noted, and she would remember, and she swiveled just slightly on the bench, legs crossed at the thigh and her body toward his. Her arm was a lazy drape along the back of the bench, and her fingers toyed with the little Wayne plague as she looked at him.]
For you? Very different. Worse, I'm told. Less hope. More mobs. [She shrugged a graceful shoulder.] It's better than mine, most days.