02-02-2014, 08:07 PM
June always said that if bad news walked within a block of Claire, she'd turn on her heel and walk straight toward him. She had a point. Claire didn't particularly look for them, but she ended up on the darker side of dating life anyway, then sat back and acted surprised when they turned out to be assholes.
Tony was about the opposite of every sort of guy she'd ever spent more than five minutes with - excluding bartenders or the random man that sat next to her on the subway. His smile was infectious, but as soon as he started describing Michael, thoughts of his smile filled her imagination. More like a sneer? Or does he smile at all? By Tony's account, Michael didn't sound like the type to waste time grinning like a fool.
"He sounds charming."
A crooked smile hung on her lips. What kind of life had they led to need saved more than once? Dare and danger skittered in Tony's shadows; she could only imagine what followed in Michael's.
She looked to the door, then to the place where her coat and bag were piled up. She had her feet tucked beneath her, snug and comfortable on the couch, but something twinged in her legs, like maybe she'd overstayed her welcome.
She snatched Tony's eye. The light caught the tilted planes of her face, blanketing her eyes with smokey shadow. "Should I go?"
She asked.
Tony was about the opposite of every sort of guy she'd ever spent more than five minutes with - excluding bartenders or the random man that sat next to her on the subway. His smile was infectious, but as soon as he started describing Michael, thoughts of his smile filled her imagination. More like a sneer? Or does he smile at all? By Tony's account, Michael didn't sound like the type to waste time grinning like a fool.
"He sounds charming."
A crooked smile hung on her lips. What kind of life had they led to need saved more than once? Dare and danger skittered in Tony's shadows; she could only imagine what followed in Michael's.
She looked to the door, then to the place where her coat and bag were piled up. She had her feet tucked beneath her, snug and comfortable on the couch, but something twinged in her legs, like maybe she'd overstayed her welcome.
She snatched Tony's eye. The light caught the tilted planes of her face, blanketing her eyes with smokey shadow. "Should I go?"
She asked.