Jane was the exact opposite of stoic. Whatever she was feeling - happiness, fear, anger - was always written all over her face. Moreover, she was aware of this fact and could do nothing to stop it. Every time she tried to hide how she was feeling she could only make it a few minutes.
She took his arm with a smile, hooking her purse over her shoulder as they walked out of the restuarant. "Go right," she said as if directing a driver. They turned and started walking down the block toward the bakery.
"So tell me something, Jack. Just how many of these disastrous dates have you been on since moving here?"
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Date: 2012-11-15 09:50 pm (UTC)She took his arm with a smile, hooking her purse over her shoulder as they walked out of the restuarant. "Go right," she said as if directing a driver. They turned and started walking down the block toward the bakery.
"So tell me something, Jack. Just how many of these disastrous dates have you been on since moving here?"