[ she is startled by the gentle gesture, that much is obvious in the way she jumps, the way her eyes flicker towards him wide and questioning.
she hardly needs to voice her curiosity, though, knowing from just a glance alone what he means to provide with the touch. her brows knit, and she has to look away before she makes a scene there in the establishment. her own fingers curl in, hand balling into a little fist against the wood. ]
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she hardly needs to voice her curiosity, though, knowing from just a glance alone what he means to provide with the touch. her brows knit, and she has to look away before she makes a scene there in the establishment. her own fingers curl in, hand balling into a little fist against the wood. ]
...I'm sorry I yelled at you.