The set of her shoulders eases a little with his smile, relaxing out of perfect posture in her chair. He looks a little more real like that, a real person listening to her instead of a Captain or specifically a fella.
He gestures and she mimics the movement in an even briefer motion, in agreement of his meaning. But it takes a moment, a blink, for her to register what they've both done, why they've done.
Her shoulders come down even more, her smile set deep enough to nearly show a dimple. How long's it been since someone said anything with their hands and wasn't laughed at for showing off their borough? Before she went on tour with a bunch of girls from all over the country, that's for sure.
"Brand new, actually," Steph admits, letting the hand on her shoulder curl into her hair, fingers wrapped around a flattening curl of gold. "Just stepped in this morning, one bar to the next. And you?"
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He gestures and she mimics the movement in an even briefer motion, in agreement of his meaning. But it takes a moment, a blink, for her to register what they've both done, why they've done.
Her shoulders come down even more, her smile set deep enough to nearly show a dimple. How long's it been since someone said anything with their hands and wasn't laughed at for showing off their borough? Before she went on tour with a bunch of girls from all over the country, that's for sure.
"Brand new, actually," Steph admits, letting the hand on her shoulder curl into her hair, fingers wrapped around a flattening curl of gold. "Just stepped in this morning, one bar to the next. And you?"