[ marta hadn't started the evening with the intention of seeking out a companion for her doubts, as she often never does. she is her mother's daughter to a fault, preferring to carry and cradle her hardships close to her chest than broadcast them for others to see. when so often your weaknesses and vulnerability can be used against you, you learn to hide what you must.
suffice to say she's used to spending these moments alone, but that doesn't make the process any less lonely. it doesn't make her wish for a pair of understanding eyes any less. she wouldn't have called him, but now that he's here... she won't ask him to stay, just like he never has. but she has even less desire to send him away, even if she should. ]
I don't know. [ the lines around her mouth soften a little more, her eyes on him the entire time. ] It kind of grows on you.
[ a second to let it marinate, and then she's following the direction of his nod, watching as some of the tipsier patrons give into the rhythm and join the saloon girls as they wiggle and sway. ]
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suffice to say she's used to spending these moments alone, but that doesn't make the process any less lonely. it doesn't make her wish for a pair of understanding eyes any less. she wouldn't have called him, but now that he's here... she won't ask him to stay, just like he never has. but she has even less desire to send him away, even if she should. ]
I don't know. [ the lines around her mouth soften a little more, her eyes on him the entire time. ] It kind of grows on you.
[ a second to let it marinate, and then she's following the direction of his nod, watching as some of the tipsier patrons give into the rhythm and join the saloon girls as they wiggle and sway. ]
Do you dance?