While he was off getting her something to drink, she took the time to once again smooth out her hair, pivoting on her heel in order to step a bit further outside the door. She was glad it didn’t take too long to get them both a new beverage, seeing how he lost his first one nearly knocking her to the ground, and accepted the Scotch with a grateful smile. “Not at all.” Her fingers curled around the glass, though she didn’t take a sip yet. Instead, she let the tip of her pointer finger drag along the rim, drawing slow circles as she listened to him speak.
“Do you normally go around body checking opposing beaters in hopes of making conversation?”
She smirked at the idea, even though she was simply teasing him.
“A strange way of saying ‘hello’.”
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