Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[Gwen looked exhausted, and all the spidey powers in the world couldn't make the dark circles beneath her eyes disappear. She'd changed into her own sweatshirt - NYPD, her dad's, and the sleeves were way too long, and the hem was near her knees - and a pair of leggings with knee highs and boots. But she still looked tired, and she still look spent, and it took her cornflower blue eyes a little longer than it should have to light on Jason in the rear booth.
But she was walked quickly enough once she did see him, and maybe her appetite would come back if she just sat down and tried to eat something. So, she slid into the seat opposite him, and she gave him a tired smile as she propped her feet beside him on his side of the booth.
She looked down at the coffee with the flipped-up lid, and she cradled it in her hands, wanting the warmth against her palms and fingertips, and then she smiled at him. She didn't hold that Valentine's Day stuff against him, and there wasn't any lingering awkwardness on her part as a result.] Thanks. Pass the cream?