B-417: Zarg’s World, Downport, Restricted Environ, Prandial
“Excellent. That is consistent with what I was going to suggest. I do not rule out further engagement with you on a professional level but for now yes, let us enjoy our lunch and this time together.”
He pauses to see if she’ll respond to that before he continues.
She will hold his gaze for a while, allowing the future possibilities to sink in before leaning back in her chair and breaking his eyeline.
She reaches up and runs her fingers into her hair, giving it a ruffle. The line of her neck is accentuated as her muscles shift. Her arm will drop down casually to rest on the back of the chair as she shifts slightly to accommodate. Something in her seems to let go with this action. She seems relaxed but held slightly, as if some of those boundaries are hard to let go of.
When she looks up and meets his eyes, she looks younger somehow and yet that quality of age still hangs about her, as if waiting.
She leans against the hand resting on the chair back, head tilted and gives him a smile.
“Hello, South Walker-Kane…”