When he moved to close to her, luckily enough, she didn’t reacted like she had done the first time it had happened –which had involved nearly smashing his head with her fist, besides they had breached whatever codes there was about personal space with that little number they had back there with that dancing deal and she just allowed it, it’s not as if he didn’t stayed long enough for his presence to matter that much in her personal space and once he was gone she focused once again on the contents of the fridge.
It’s not as if she was hungry, she had just used it an excuse, but then maybe she was hungry but she wanted something sweet –which was her won’t do when she was stressed, but it didn’t seem as if there was anything and no…wait…yes she was definitely going to kiss Natasha or something the next time she saw her, now she had no doubt Natasha could foresee nearly everything or she already knew how frustrating her situation was going to be, but whatever the case bless her for leaving her a slice, still carefully stashed in the plastic container of whatever bakery Nat had gone, of what she thought was devil’s food cake, yes bless Natasha.
“Ah yes sure.” That was probably going to help with the cake, with her little treasure found and safely in her hand, she finally stopped her search and closed the door only to stop and look at him and the huge glass of milk. “…Are you seriously going to drink all of that?” But then again maybe he was used consuming this much now, she eyed the glass before moving to one of the drawers and search for a fork. “If you are, try to pace yourself when you do.”
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It’s not as if she was hungry, she had just used it an excuse, but then maybe she was hungry but she wanted something sweet –which was her won’t do when she was stressed, but it didn’t seem as if there was anything and no…wait…yes she was definitely going to kiss Natasha or something the next time she saw her, now she had no doubt Natasha could foresee nearly everything or she already knew how frustrating her situation was going to be, but whatever the case bless her for leaving her a slice, still carefully stashed in the plastic container of whatever bakery Nat had gone, of what she thought was devil’s food cake, yes bless Natasha.
“Ah yes sure.” That was probably going to help with the cake, with her little treasure found and safely in her hand, she finally stopped her search and closed the door only to stop and look at him and the huge glass of milk. “…Are you seriously going to drink all of that?” But then again maybe he was used consuming this much now, she eyed the glass before moving to one of the drawers and search for a fork. “If you are, try to pace yourself when you do.”