
SHE ALREADY KNOWS the answer, but she pretends to rack her brain over it anyway. teeth worry into her lower lip for a moment - like there might have been some dramatic movie-scene kiss she’s somehow forgotten about. after a beat, she answers, voice carefully light as blue eyes draw her gaze away from the window & the storm outside. ‘ no, i don’t think i have. ’ curiosity edges into her voice, now, and maybe something that sounds a little like jealousy if you listen hard enough. ‘ have you ? ’