[Rey didn't hesitate to reach out to Diego's offered hand. Her hand slipping into his, giving it a good squeeze as one does with formal handshakes. The calluses weren't offer putting, and reminded her of the ones she had from years of working with cars and other scraps of metal. The gloves she wore didn't prevent all the calluses from forming. Now, what rough skin she had on her hands was minimal from going to the gym.
Another recommendation from her therapist--turn her anger and hurt into something productive.
In the midst of taking his hand there was a pleasant shiver that ran down her spine. Was that a spark? Something for Rey to over analyze later.
She began to pull her hand back, letting it rest on top of the table next to her coffee.]
Did you want anything? I don't mind waiting. [Since she got there early, and if he wanted something then the wait wouldn't be too bad. The line looked short for the moment.
But, ah, yeah. They were here to talk. Fuck, what could they talk about that wasn't their emotional baggage?]
Or, if you'd want to just talk...we can. I..don't do this a lot. [Nervousness hung off her words and then she realized she might need to clarify.] Meeting people from Tinder that is. I do go out of the house--errands, work, hang out with others. [Oh fuck, she was starting to ramble.
Rey paused, eyes drifting down to her coffee for a brief moment then back up at Diego. Fuck it, might as well own it.] And if you can't tell, I sort of ramble on.
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Date: 2024-10-02 10:13 am (UTC)Another recommendation from her therapist--turn her anger and hurt into something productive.
In the midst of taking his hand there was a pleasant shiver that ran down her spine. Was that a spark? Something for Rey to over analyze later.
She began to pull her hand back, letting it rest on top of the table next to her coffee.]
Did you want anything? I don't mind waiting. [Since she got there early, and if he wanted something then the wait wouldn't be too bad. The line looked short for the moment.
But, ah, yeah. They were here to talk. Fuck, what could they talk about that wasn't their emotional baggage?]
Or, if you'd want to just talk...we can. I..don't do this a lot. [Nervousness hung off her words and then she realized she might need to clarify.] Meeting people from Tinder that is. I do go out of the house--errands, work, hang out with others. [Oh fuck, she was starting to ramble.
Rey paused, eyes drifting down to her coffee for a brief moment then back up at Diego. Fuck it, might as well own it.] And if you can't tell, I sort of ramble on.