F-294-Lia: Secretariat Building, Private Dining Room
He studies her in kind, a smile touching the edge of his eyes, if not his mouth.
“I think you must have a great deal of empathy,” it’s reflective, as if he’s briefly stepped out of the flirting game they have been playing to critique the performance.
Only briefly though, and he responds, “is not the purpose of being part of a team to give each other a hand?”
Her eyes twinkle in kind. Does he still seem uneasy?
“You would think so, wouldn’t you? Then again, every player has their role – mine is usually a supportive position…I’m extremely practised at providing just the right support to the lead member…in whatever position they most desire…”
She leans back in her chair, draping one arm elegantly in her lap whilst reaching up with the other to rake her fingers through her hair. The fingers in her lap are tracing lazy circles on her thigh.