[ there's a brief moment of considering this to be a bit of a mistake, if only because being on her feet and putting the effort of walking reminds her of that consistent battle against the ever present heartbeat. but she quickly learns the even stronger effect of an ever powerful smile, because the sight of sanji's does seem to instantly relax her, the earnestness of his grin that makes it easy to curve her own lips upward, giving her own light wave, like he can somehow command the helplessness in smiling as soon as he looks at her. maybe it's the way that he's managed to bring relief in all kinds of ways since they'd met, her own anxiousness somehow quelling from simple conversations and sweet reassurances, that a simple look really is all it takes now. that overarching pulse continues but the movement of her feet are more driven to continue along the way until she reaches him. ]
Hey, back. [ she gives a light sideways tilt of her head as she looks up at him, giving a light quirk of her lips. ] Favorite chef? A little presumptuous. Might still just be in the top three, but you can keep working on it. [ the tease comes out lightly, a small playful chuckle in her words, drawing back on their first conversation, where he had somehow successfully made it so easy to exchange the light banter with him.
her own body remains a little warm from the physical symptoms, which has otherwise made her want to withdraw further into herself, but the invitation of his held out hand is one that she finds ease in gravitating towards as she slips her own hand in his, instantly feeling that exchange of heat from his fingers. it differs, though, from the sensation of his hand at the bar, when waves of lust had washed over her so unexpectedly; it's the kind of warmth, now, that she knows comes from trying to hold themselves upright.
she gives his knuckles a gentle squeeze and a slow stroking caress with her thumb as her expression softens with concern, her other fingers lightly curling around his forearm as she takes a step closer into his space, the honest ruby of her eyes peering up to him. ] You sure you're okay?
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Hey, back. [ she gives a light sideways tilt of her head as she looks up at him, giving a light quirk of her lips. ] Favorite chef? A little presumptuous. Might still just be in the top three, but you can keep working on it. [ the tease comes out lightly, a small playful chuckle in her words, drawing back on their first conversation, where he had somehow successfully made it so easy to exchange the light banter with him.
her own body remains a little warm from the physical symptoms, which has otherwise made her want to withdraw further into herself, but the invitation of his held out hand is one that she finds ease in gravitating towards as she slips her own hand in his, instantly feeling that exchange of heat from his fingers. it differs, though, from the sensation of his hand at the bar, when waves of lust had washed over her so unexpectedly; it's the kind of warmth, now, that she knows comes from trying to hold themselves upright.
she gives his knuckles a gentle squeeze and a slow stroking caress with her thumb as her expression softens with concern, her other fingers lightly curling around his forearm as she takes a step closer into his space, the honest ruby of her eyes peering up to him. ] You sure you're okay?