Re: The Lounge - Cass and Tim and Open
The two girls were already shrinking back in response to Cassandra's glare. She was pouring as much anger as she felt into it. Inspired by the comment about bringing a street corner with her, she injected every moment of her life spent on the streets, every fight she's ever won, and every experience that produced one of the permanent scars on her body. Her glare was, as the girls would remark later, a terrifying sight.
Then Tim started talking to them, and Cassandra's intensity abated. She stared at his back, watching his body language as he explained to them who she was and what she'd been through. By the time he was finished, she felt tears stinging her eyes, and she fought the urge to wipe them away. She didn't want to smear the makeup that had taken three hours of trial and error for Leslie to apply.
He walked back to her and kissed her hand. She caught his gaze for a brief moment. That was so amazing, her gaze and touch conveyed to him in that moment. Thank you.
When they got to the refreshment table, Cassandra found herself picking at the hors d'ouvres. This was atypical of her, with her runaway metabolism. But instead, she was so preoccupied with glancing at Tim and watching him, that the finger foods hardly even registered.