He catches her the next day coming out of the bakery. This isn't odd just hearing, but the thing is he catches her, as she trips on the hem of her big black skirt and falls foward, and like a partner in a dance his arms are around her waist to hold her up.
She snarls.
"Get your hands off me."
"Sensitive, aren't you?"
"Bastard, aren't you?"
But he's learnt a lesson, too. If he doesn't like statements, she doesn't like touches. They're figuring it out.
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Date: 2006-04-09 01:39 am (UTC)She snarls.
"Get your hands off me."
"Sensitive, aren't you?"
"Bastard, aren't you?"
But he's learnt a lesson, too. If he doesn't like statements, she doesn't like touches. They're figuring it out.