That's it. [Older, wiser, she might have asked for other things, but she's too new to this. Monogamy is her assumption, and things like checking in are important but far from her thoughts.
She finishes off the fruitsicle and taps the wooden stick against the table. She doesn't look up at him; she's anxious, vulnerable, spent.]
Sunday! \^^/
She finishes off the fruitsicle and taps the wooden stick against the table. She doesn't look up at him; she's anxious, vulnerable, spent.]