She snorted. “You don’t like him very much?” she couldn’t help but ask. Had he voiced his thoughts, Megan would have either busted out laughing, or began choking on her own tongue. Regardless of the reaction, it would have been evidently clear that she disagreed with such notion.
Megan was hopping on one foot towards him as she got her white tennis shoes on. Once she got them on, she sat on the couch’s arm rest next to him, playing with the end strands of her long hair. It was a nice night, and she was suddenly happy that she wasn’t working. There were times where their schedules conflicted with each other, so it wasn’t every day they could hang out together outside of the apartment. “If not, I’ll settle for a beer,” she shrugged and once he got his shoes on, she gave his wrist a gentle tug before walking out. Sauntering backwards facing him, she grinned. “Look, I didn’t get attacked by the door this time. I think I’m getting the hang of things.”