Juno watched Marco get himself a drink, look around (for her?) and finally notice her, straw between her teeth the whole time. Then he was making his way over to her, and Juno started slurping, hopefully not too loudly, drawing invisible patterns on the edge of the billiard table with her fingers. He looked so fucking good she had a hard time looking at him. She kept looking ahead when he hopped up onto the pool table beside her, still slurping absently, still pretending nothing was going on.
Finally, when he spoke, Juno hazarded a look - upwards, this time, as he was unusually higher up than she was. The straw fell from her lips hitting the edge of the glass as her lips parted only slightly and she let out a breath that felt a lot like a longing sigh. Her eyes were wide, and traveled up and down Marco's form slowly. Finally they landed on the pocket square, then moved again up to his face. "I-" she cleared her throat, blinking rapidly. "I never understood pocket squares."