Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Maeve blinked at Delaney's sudden shift, apologising and acting thrown by her honest statement. "It's alright," she said, surprised to see something other than the controlled demeanour the woman had kept up for the rest of their time together. She took another drink to show there was nothing to be too concerned about and shrugged. "I'm not a child. I'm capable of sending it back if I really don't want it," she pointed out, ignoring the bit about her enjoyable company.
Honestly, apart from a few awkward moments that had thrown her, she was actually enjoying herself. It certainly wasn't the evening she'd expected when she'd considered the night ahead on the walk over. Delaney had made it perfectly clear earlier what her intentions were and Maeve felt the whole concept too big to deal with, it was easier to just dwell in the present. Which was actually turning out to be...sort of fun. "I think," Maeve pushed aside the thoughts and her glass and picked up her clutch. "I need some air. Or a walk." She stepped away from the table without saying goodbye, she assumed Delaney would follow along after her either way.