[ Before they get too far into this, there's something she needs to do. She moves back out to the living room area, to wherever she dropped her purse when she angrily swept into the apartment, and fishes out her phone.
[ He watches her go, wondering if maybe there's a call she needs to make or something. He nearly sighs when he sees the phone in her hand, but-- well, she does have a lot of shit to take care of, and it was obvious her career meant a lot to her.
But when she drops it back into her purse and returns, he frowns at her, confused. ]
But there are special circumstances here. [ And, if she's being completely honest, she does not want to have some Masrani rep call her and ream her about "damage control" right now. She just doesn't. ]
[ She’s really starting to think she’d like to see that smile more often, and offers a grin of her own in return. She doesn’t smile much, these days, but with Owen, in the quiet of her apartment, it’s oddly easy. ]
Well, I do like to think I at least know how to put water in a pan.
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