Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} avengingwarrior) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
At his comment she let out a snort, brows raised in something that wasn't quite boredom but not quite amusement either. Because she could admit that if she had been in any other mood? She might have found it funny. Might have even pointed out that she hadn't been a virgin since she was fifteen. As it was, most of her raised brow expression was directed at the contents in her cup before she took another sip.
She missed the look that he gave her. And when he moved, Andrea hoped-once again-that had been that. Apparently her pessimist radar was on the fritz, and her ability to be a realistic. Because she should have seen the cup on the table coming. For a second, for the briefest of seconds, something quirked at the corner of her lips as she stared at the cup for the moment before looking at him with a blank expression. "Well?" She asked after a moment of just looking at him, then drinking some more from her own cup. "What are you waiting for? Make with the faces, Sparky. You only have so much time before you start looking like an impressionist painting."