08-07-2018, 05:11 PM
Her being tired was definitely an accurate assessment on his part, she knew she'd have to struggle to make it to the end of the day completely awake even with some added help of a constant supply of ibuprofen and water and probably more coffee later on also. But his mentioned doubt of her ever looking bad brings her thoughts to pause, causing her dark eyes to narrow in subtle scrutiny, attemping to gauge the level of how sincerely he had meant what he had said. She knew she wasn't hard to look at, but she was nowhere near model pretty - she was the kind of pretty that you notice if you take an extra moment longer to look at her, not the kind that catches someone's eye immediately (at least in her personal opinion). And really she was okay with it; it allowed her to go unnoticed whenever she chose to be, something that had proven to be an immense advantage in the field. But he gives no indication his is lying; he appeared relaxed and genuine enough.
The conversation presses on before she can think further into it however, and she's taking another bite of the pancakes while he repostions himself and mentions having possibly taken a better picture of her. Internally she applauds herself for remembering correctly, during her drunken state of mind, that he had been the photographer. Leilan she repeats internally, committing his name to memory; like she said it was hard for her to forget a handsome face, especially when she had a name on hand now.
"No, they're perfect," she says maybe a little to quickly, politely declining his offer, "I'm not picky when it comes to food." His offer to buy her something fresh had made her slightly uncomfortable, not because of the kindness of the act itself, but because someone acting like an actual gentleman towards her was something she wasn't quite accustomed to. Her gaze breaks away from his own chocolate toned eyes, feeling the slightest rise of heat in her face at the sudden shift in her demeanor. Of course men had offered to buy her dinner and drinks before, but she'd always been painfully aware of what their intentions had been. There were times when she bought into their whims on purpose of course, fed into them even, but it was all over in the course of an evening or two. But to have someone look at her so sincerely and offer something so small yet so not small, put her on some kind of edge mixed with unease and gratefulness at the same time. This was unchartered territory as far as she knew.
Breckin pratically jumps at the lifeline he tosses at her, eager to change the subject to one she's more comfortable with. Turning her line of vision back to him, leaning back in the seat somewhat and drawing the corner of her lips back into a small grin. "Caught that did you? I like to have a plan B when it comes to parties, you never know when one may prove to be a dud." It was true, she'd been infatuated with her latest novel until she'd been intercepted by Bane in her solitary corner on the pool deck last night, and she'd quickly cast the book aside out of the interest in other subjects. She briefly looks to the phone that she had placed on the table. "In my opinion, no technology can replace the feel of pages between your fingers. But, it's nice to be able to carry reading material around on me in an app when I have nowhere to carry an actual book," she says, gesturing at the snug, but not entirely revealing outfit she was wearing currently, pointint out the lack of pockets large enough to carry anything larger then her phone and keys.
Leaning back towards her then, her curiosity piqueing to a new degree, since he had obviously noticed her at the beginning of the party when she'd been sober, "Exactly how long did you watch me for last night, Leilan?"
@[Leilan]
The conversation presses on before she can think further into it however, and she's taking another bite of the pancakes while he repostions himself and mentions having possibly taken a better picture of her. Internally she applauds herself for remembering correctly, during her drunken state of mind, that he had been the photographer. Leilan she repeats internally, committing his name to memory; like she said it was hard for her to forget a handsome face, especially when she had a name on hand now.
"No, they're perfect," she says maybe a little to quickly, politely declining his offer, "I'm not picky when it comes to food." His offer to buy her something fresh had made her slightly uncomfortable, not because of the kindness of the act itself, but because someone acting like an actual gentleman towards her was something she wasn't quite accustomed to. Her gaze breaks away from his own chocolate toned eyes, feeling the slightest rise of heat in her face at the sudden shift in her demeanor. Of course men had offered to buy her dinner and drinks before, but she'd always been painfully aware of what their intentions had been. There were times when she bought into their whims on purpose of course, fed into them even, but it was all over in the course of an evening or two. But to have someone look at her so sincerely and offer something so small yet so not small, put her on some kind of edge mixed with unease and gratefulness at the same time. This was unchartered territory as far as she knew.
Breckin pratically jumps at the lifeline he tosses at her, eager to change the subject to one she's more comfortable with. Turning her line of vision back to him, leaning back in the seat somewhat and drawing the corner of her lips back into a small grin. "Caught that did you? I like to have a plan B when it comes to parties, you never know when one may prove to be a dud." It was true, she'd been infatuated with her latest novel until she'd been intercepted by Bane in her solitary corner on the pool deck last night, and she'd quickly cast the book aside out of the interest in other subjects. She briefly looks to the phone that she had placed on the table. "In my opinion, no technology can replace the feel of pages between your fingers. But, it's nice to be able to carry reading material around on me in an app when I have nowhere to carry an actual book," she says, gesturing at the snug, but not entirely revealing outfit she was wearing currently, pointint out the lack of pockets large enough to carry anything larger then her phone and keys.
Leaning back towards her then, her curiosity piqueing to a new degree, since he had obviously noticed her at the beginning of the party when she'd been sober, "Exactly how long did you watch me for last night, Leilan?"
@[Leilan]