Bobbi’s eyes flicked down, hints of pink coloring her cheeks and the tip of her nose. She wanted to answer truthfully : how much she’d missed him, how dull and monotonous things had become, that she’d taken assignment after assignment in an attempt to not think about HIM. Instead, she held her tongue and flashed a genuine, but dulled smile.
‘ The intern in biology doesn’t know which doughnuts I like. She keeps bringing me these cake ones with chocolate frosting. I’d die for a maple French cruller right about now. ’
Bad as he was expressing his own sentiment without coating it in a thick layer of deadpan, at least Tim could still pride himself on being able to read people. Read her. Features softened to something a little more boyish as he caught sight of that blush, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he lightly bit down to keep from commenting on it. Despite that brief hint of hope that flashed in his chest, it was still too------ risky. He’d always preferred action over words anyway.
“ And they haven’t fired her yet for her inability t’ keep track of valuable information? What an oversight. At least this is a problem with ‘n easy fix. Join me on coffee break? It’ll be on me. “