Danika crossed and uncrossed her legs about ten times. She couldn’t get comfortable with her heels on. They just propped her legs at the worst angle. Then she felt like she was going to flash someone every time she leaned back in the seat. So between the foot problem and the hip angle problem, she probably seemed pretty uncomfortable.
Perhaps that was why she wasn’t left alone for long. She didn’t notice him approach until he was almost right over her. The wounded Nox made her gasp, but only because she wasn’t expecting to see him so soon. Nor so near. A can rolled past her shoe that made her smile. The atmosphere was so fitting. She wondered if they designed it that way or if evolved organically.
“Well technically we’re co-workers, not friends,” she clarified. Maybe that explained what he perceived to be disloyal behavior. “But I am learning that lesson, Nox,” she said his name with a bit of triumph. “You said you remembered me, but in case you don’t remember my name, it’s Danika Zayed. I couldn’t remember yours until I saw the screen. So are you like a professional fighter? And seriously, how are you standing up right now?” To that point, she stayed sitting. She didn’t want to try and climb her way to her feet in these heels again. Though maybe if she was offered a hand up, her chances for success would increase.
He really was cute, and all the more so after the fight. Otherwise clean cuts on his face were surrounded with the first signs of bruising. Little swells bulged where hits had landed. She wondered if his nose had been broken, but she wagered that if so, it would still be bleeding. However, maybe the club stocked vasoconstrictors and coagulation stimulants in the back for just that reason. Then there was his foreshortened arm. She'd seen it during the fight. Was it amputated or was he born that way? She couldn’t remember if he had it like that at the ball, but prosthetics these days were almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Either way, he had two arms now, or at least what looked like an arm under the sleeve of his hoodie. Her gaze inevitably fell to the hand, since she knew that during the fight it had been missing. It looked real now. Maybe the whole thing was some magical illusion.. which made her want to study the optics of it.
She didn't realize she'd reached out to touch the hand just to see if it was real or channeled. ...
Perhaps that was why she wasn’t left alone for long. She didn’t notice him approach until he was almost right over her. The wounded Nox made her gasp, but only because she wasn’t expecting to see him so soon. Nor so near. A can rolled past her shoe that made her smile. The atmosphere was so fitting. She wondered if they designed it that way or if evolved organically.
“Well technically we’re co-workers, not friends,” she clarified. Maybe that explained what he perceived to be disloyal behavior. “But I am learning that lesson, Nox,” she said his name with a bit of triumph. “You said you remembered me, but in case you don’t remember my name, it’s Danika Zayed. I couldn’t remember yours until I saw the screen. So are you like a professional fighter? And seriously, how are you standing up right now?” To that point, she stayed sitting. She didn’t want to try and climb her way to her feet in these heels again. Though maybe if she was offered a hand up, her chances for success would increase.
He really was cute, and all the more so after the fight. Otherwise clean cuts on his face were surrounded with the first signs of bruising. Little swells bulged where hits had landed. She wondered if his nose had been broken, but she wagered that if so, it would still be bleeding. However, maybe the club stocked vasoconstrictors and coagulation stimulants in the back for just that reason. Then there was his foreshortened arm. She'd seen it during the fight. Was it amputated or was he born that way? She couldn’t remember if he had it like that at the ball, but prosthetics these days were almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Either way, he had two arms now, or at least what looked like an arm under the sleeve of his hoodie. Her gaze inevitably fell to the hand, since she knew that during the fight it had been missing. It looked real now. Maybe the whole thing was some magical illusion.. which made her want to study the optics of it.
She didn't realize she'd reached out to touch the hand just to see if it was real or channeled. ...