A stereotypical soft grunt was all he gave in return to her greeting before shoving the spatula back into his pan of eggs. Yeah, there was probably enough to share. Breakfast for two. But he probably would have kicked his own ass if he'd said that much out loud.
His free hand went for his cup of coffee to down what remained of the rather hot liquid, for only a second wondering if he should offer her a cup. But she couldn't, and he realized it before he spoke.
He set his cup back to the counter before he found himself looking over his shoulder to see what she was doing. She was really there, and this was really happening.
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Date: 2013-09-08 03:01 pm (UTC)His free hand went for his cup of coffee to down what remained of the rather hot liquid, for only a second wondering if he should offer her a cup. But she couldn't, and he realized it before he spoke.
He set his cup back to the counter before he found himself looking over his shoulder to see what she was doing. She was really there, and this was really happening.