"If she's the same Laura I knew, or from the same place that is, it's probably something she would have had to learn." The other woman had spoke so different from what she was used to that Heather hadn't noticed that was who she was. She snagged another bottle of the home brew, and set it a seat beyond his, not wanting to invade personal space. "Do you want something while I'm back here?"
It was hard not to hum along to the song that returned on loop through the buds that dangled from her neck. "Well, I know that, but you'd know them when you felt the dots. That's what I meant. It was the first things we got taught in my American Sign language class, in college." She tried her best to simmer down the blush that managed to light her up like a christmas tree, but at least he couldn't see it.