Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[The balance of her thougths tips even farther at the rest of his hands on her hips, and she frowns. Meant for herself and her own reactions, but aimed at him because he's the one standing so close her her. In the next moment, the disappearance of that touch makes her frown more, and she shakes her head. The reveal of the flyer is a welcome distraction, and the frown is quickly replaced by a smile as she takes the card from him. One thumb streaks across the bright colors and the excited text, and she finds herself nodding even before the invitation is completely delivered. But then it's out there, the words hanging, and she realizes that he's said 'date'.
It shouldn't be such a big thing. It shouldn't make such a difference to label something that they could have easily done before all this started. It shouldn't make her look up and stare with the rustle of phantom feathers at her own back. It shouldn't make her imagine the disapproving gaze of her brother following her steps in his book.
It shouldn't, but it does. The nodding stops and the staring continues, back to being too still and too intense. The smile is gone from her face, and it's almost an ominous thing when she finally nods again.]