"It's not so bad, I'm used to it. I am glad you came back, though." She smiled and flipped her hair, humming as she moved the finished product onto a cooler skillet, moving to the counter next to the stove, closer to him.
She heard his words, and turned to face him, feigning being startled. "Eliot, are you trying to flirt?" As she turned, she knocked her rag off of the cabinet, and she sighed, turning to pick it back up. She bent from the waist, which was utterly on purpose, ignoring the ride of her skirt. She stood back up and moved to add salt and pepper to the food, trying to act as normally as possible.