[ emma's attention is on faraday, on the room at large and the mission in front of them, and she refuses to keep looking at bogue, to even acknowledge his presence — lest she lose her focus to a special kind of anger she's kept pinned in place until now.
leaving her half-full flute with another passing server, emma reaches up to smooth a stray piece of hair back behind her ear, her smile carefully in place as she turns her eyes up to faraday. any other occasion, and she would never smile at him like that (in fact, she rarely smiles in her daily life, and wrangling a laugh out of emma cullen is practically a herculean trial, so much so that it's become a joke around the agency). ]
Then should we take a walk?
[ if they time it just right, they won't be noticed even a little, easily lost in the mingling crowd to the sound of laughter and drinking and schmoozing.
she should probably take his hand or his arm like a loving wife would, but she can't quite bring herself to do it, as much as she's trying to "make it work." ]
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leaving her half-full flute with another passing server, emma reaches up to smooth a stray piece of hair back behind her ear, her smile carefully in place as she turns her eyes up to faraday. any other occasion, and she would never smile at him like that (in fact, she rarely smiles in her daily life, and wrangling a laugh out of emma cullen is practically a herculean trial, so much so that it's become a joke around the agency). ]
Then should we take a walk?
[ if they time it just right, they won't be noticed even a little, easily lost in the mingling crowd to the sound of laughter and drinking and schmoozing.
she should probably take his hand or his arm like a loving wife would, but she can't quite bring herself to do it, as much as she's trying to "make it work." ]