You can't always see what's coming.The trajectory is misinterpreted,misconstrued, minimized. On the other handsomeone could be blocking your view, onpurpose, with malice. No matter what, thatsomething is heading your way.
s extended arm rises up beside hers. It's almost like they're dancing, ballet dancing and for a moment she thinks of leaning back, feigning a fall to see if he'd catch her. Such a notion! Instead she withdraws her arm and turns slightly. "Thank you."
He smiles again, a broad-faced smile, not just with his mouth but also with his eyes, glimmering and dark. He hands her the pot.
"You happy with the Volvo?" Lew says. "I hear they can be expensive to fix."
Austin steps away from her. "I haven't had any problems so far."
"Lucky for you. Tune-ups alone can run a hundred and fifty."
"Let's see," Katya says loudly, "I have regular tea, of course, but maybe you'd like some herbal--"
"Aren't those the cars that have electrical problems?" Lew interrupts. "Excuse me, dear, but I was asking the nice man about what kind of tea he'd like," and she pulls out a drawer lined with colorful boxes. "There's rose hips, chamomile, lemon zing, sass-"
"Maybe he'd like coffee," Lew cuts