Rachel Young ✗ Rogue (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} absorbings) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
That was probably one of the stranger compliments she'd ever gotten from someone, but somehow, coming from Nate 'your lips are nice and soft' sounded a lot sweeter to her than anything else she'd ever heard from a guy. Maybe because it had been genuinely off the top of his head, not rehearsed and horrendously cheesy verging on crude.
"Thanks," she'd replied while grinning like an idiot, raising an eyebrow at the 'I'm not stupid' remark for a second before she realized he was talking to Remy again. Poor guy. She settled back against the cold, brick wall then, willing herself to focus for awhile on the surprisingly clear night sky when Nate pointed to a star and her gaze immediately followed him.
"Is it?" Rachel asked, content to play along before she actually blushed a little, her cheeks growing hot at his admission. That's when her gaze dropped to the ground for an instant, looking for anything to focus on before she looked back up at the "Rachel" star, glancing at Nate out of the corner of her eye. When she laughed softly, her breath came out visible in the cold air, but she hardly noticed. It may have been cold out but she suddenly felt warm all over. "If you asked me, the Cajun could learn a thing or two from you."