Gamora | Starlord
He was always looking at her. That had been the hardest thing to get used to, that sense she was being watched. It had made her nervous. What she hadn't expected was that as the days passed she'd grow to find that it made her feel safe. No matter where she was, if he was there he would glance over every so often. Peter didn't hang off her all the time, but he was present and Gamora was starting to like that, not that she'd admit it to him of all people.
There were a few exchanged little smiles and eventually he made his way over, like a puppy. "Quill," she greeted and while maybe she went for something a little more official there was a warmth there.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Gamora said and maybe there was a little part of her that was jealous at how easily he just slotted into this place and the people there and the dancing. "Here, have one of these, it burns," she said as she poured him a FIREBALL.