Reaching for his tea, Grant takes a sip, then stabs at his salad, popping a bite into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. So far, so good. Really, he wasn't worried about this at all. He figured he'd do something to warrant not being asked back to her condo, but things are looking up. After all, they're both enjoying a homecooked meal.
His foot finds Mar'i's under the table, the side of his foot brushing against her ankle. "How did finals go?" he asks, looking down at his sandwich, resting his foot against hers.
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Date: 2006-12-24 03:08 am (UTC)His foot finds Mar'i's under the table, the side of his foot brushing against her ankle. "How did finals go?" he asks, looking down at his sandwich, resting his foot against hers.