[When he goes to the door, she turns her head to follow him with her eyes, expression carefully neutral though her pulse has kicked it up a notch. There's a breathless moment just before he reaches it where she thinks he really is going to walk out. And what would she do if he did? Keep at it? Get dressed and return to games of the purely intellectual sort? Tell him "nevermind" and spend the rest of the night at the airport, reading by the gate?
Luckily she doesn't have to make that decision.
She feels an odd rush of relief at that and masks it with a twist of her lips and a flippant suggestion.]
Let's enhance your skillset.
[As she speaks, she's turning to face him fully and beckon him back.]
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Luckily she doesn't have to make that decision.
She feels an odd rush of relief at that and masks it with a twist of her lips and a flippant suggestion.]
Let's enhance your skillset.
[As she speaks, she's turning to face him fully and beckon him back.]