( it's just commonplace, really, to keep eye contact to a bare minimum when you're trying to stay on the low-low; there have been times in the past in which she and her brother have had to keep a low profile, and it's easier said than done when you're as tall and lanky as she is, with a proclivity for standing out like a swollen thumb around someone like dean, who's just a bit on the short side and walks with a bow-legged swagger that does, indeed, beg remembering.
she might not have been expecting that icebreaker, or any other sort of anything other than constant broken eye contact. there's something — not sketchy, not dodgy or anything about the other woman, but something that speaks of a body having spent too long on the road, running from ghosts or demons or both in tandem, and for a second … sam's heart goes out to her. whatever her issues are, she hopes there's some level of closure.
what's your story?
she laughs, though, a bit of a chuckle for the question. ) Usually. I think he ends up looking at himself in the mirror. ( no, she doesn't, but here we are again with terrible small-talk. she's never been great with it, not in the slightest. )
damn it gmail ate this notif i'm upset
she might not have been expecting that icebreaker, or any other sort of anything other than constant broken eye contact. there's something — not sketchy, not dodgy or anything about the other woman, but something that speaks of a body having spent too long on the road, running from ghosts or demons or both in tandem, and for a second … sam's heart goes out to her. whatever her issues are, she hopes there's some level of closure.
what's your story?
she laughs, though, a bit of a chuckle for the question. ) Usually. I think he ends up looking at himself in the mirror. ( no, she doesn't, but here we are again with terrible small-talk. she's never been great with it, not in the slightest. )