"That sounds lovely. I hope you like it. If not, we'll get you something that you're used to. Sausages are nice, I've taken a liking to those." She was in a particularly good mood. Kruger was frantically reading materials on thermography, trying to see if there was a way to reverse what she'd done. The secretary was sweetly oblivious. That gave her now joy, but she'd had to do damage control.
When Sweeney touched her face, she closed her eyes and smiled. There's no need to be sorry. I'm humbled you shared that with me. It was... well. There aren't words. I wonder how it felt for him? Did it feel like a kiss? Was it warm?