I-205-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Concourse Café
She places her hand on the top of his, but doesn’t try to hold it.
At his response she nods and after a second leans back, withdrawing her grip; there’s a sense of contentment in her eyes.
She nods in response, holds his gaze a moment then finishes her meal.
He lets the touch happen. He will finish his meal too.
“Heard from father much?”