Romilda tried not to watch the small patch of skin that showed, but her best friend was a good looking man, and she was Romi, after all. She didn't let her eyes linger, though, mostly for fear that he'd get all weird again and end their evening. She hadn't seem him in nearly a month, somewhat of a record for them, and she'd worried more than once in recent weeks that she'd put him off by laughing at him last time.
"Sounds fascinating," she said, droll, and followed him to the couch, sitting on the opposite end, a good distance away this time.
"How've you been?" She asked, suddenly feeling somewhat awkward. Their closeness had never been a conscious choice on her part, but now she felt a barrier between them. It ached in an odd way.