( this close, this comfortable, and she supposes the easy thing to do is to read this man's mind to secure her suspicions.
she doesn't. she affords him his privacy. or perhaps finding out she's wrong is a disappointment she'd prefer to process later — better that than to let it affect a pleasant enough acquaintance.
but what a remarkable tell that his silence brings when his voice radiates a charm like the warm cast of a golden glow. her eyes soften, regarding some far-off distant memory under the veil of her lashes, and then she hums some light and meaningless tune at his very reasonable suggestion. she could quit, having asked for the job rather than becoming indebted to it, but it's not with the resolve needed for that that she's suddenly steeling herself with.
this man, no matter who he really is, wouldn't do anything to harm her. but, she suspects, what he will do now will still hurt. how mean of the house, how terribly unfair.
a golden silence. and then when she finally turns to look at him, to really look at him, her voice has modulated to flow like syrup. an idol's friendly, trained interview tonality. )
Forgive me my manners...
(it's just that i forgot i needed to introduce myself. i feel like i already know you, and that had been before she was certain. )
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she doesn't. she affords him his privacy. or perhaps finding out she's wrong is a disappointment she'd prefer to process later — better that than to let it affect a pleasant enough acquaintance.
but what a remarkable tell that his silence brings when his voice radiates a charm like the warm cast of a golden glow. her eyes soften, regarding some far-off distant memory under the veil of her lashes, and then she hums some light and meaningless tune at his very reasonable suggestion. she could quit, having asked for the job rather than becoming indebted to it, but it's not with the resolve needed for that that she's suddenly steeling herself with.
this man, no matter who he really is, wouldn't do anything to harm her. but, she suspects, what he will do now will still hurt. how mean of the house, how terribly unfair.
a golden silence. and then when she finally turns to look at him, to really look at him, her voice has modulated to flow like syrup. an idol's friendly, trained interview tonality. )
Forgive me my manners...
( it's just that i forgot i needed to introduce myself. i feel like i already know you, and that had been before she was certain. )
My name is Robin.