Nari leaned back on the couch next to the bar, adjusting her skirts so she could withdraw one foot from the slipper and tuck it under her other knee while keeping herself decent. She was comfortable and relaxed, even in a new space, laying claim to the couch and settling in.
Turning to face Dalton as he rooted around in the bar, she propped an elbow on the back cushions to rest her head on her hand. She watched him pull out the bottle of gin, one side of her mouth quirking up at his supposed wisdom. Nari found she liked the way he talked--Dalton had a way of filling the space and she was happy to simply listen.
When he asked her what she'd like, she straightened from her lounge with a smile. Gesturing to the bottle he'd already rested on the bartop, she asked, “Gin and tonic?”
Turning to face Dalton as he rooted around in the bar, she propped an elbow on the back cushions to rest her head on her hand. She watched him pull out the bottle of gin, one side of her mouth quirking up at his supposed wisdom. Nari found she liked the way he talked--Dalton had a way of filling the space and she was happy to simply listen.
When he asked her what she'd like, she straightened from her lounge with a smile. Gesturing to the bottle he'd already rested on the bartop, she asked, “Gin and tonic?”