[ Julia, out of habit, often bit her lip when she was thinking. It was habit, but there was no denying that watching him bite his lip... Was that just a little bit of a flirt? Paired with the comforting hand over hers, she couldn't help but let the sad smile turn into a much lighter smirk.
Her other hand moves to rest on his. Like a growing tower of comfort Jenga. ]
Hey. [ Her attempt to get him to look at her. She shifts the hand beneath his so their palms are touching. ] Thanks for coming and taking a chance to meet the lady who barged unannounced into your room on the ship.
[ Because he very easily could have brushed her off. Even if they'd created something of a routine in that brief time on the Titanic, a kinship of sorts that spanned the unfair class divide. A story for the ages. ]
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Her other hand moves to rest on his. Like a growing tower of comfort Jenga. ]
Hey. [ Her attempt to get him to look at her. She shifts the hand beneath his so their palms are touching. ] Thanks for coming and taking a chance to meet the lady who barged unannounced into your room on the ship.
[ Because he very easily could have brushed her off. Even if they'd created something of a routine in that brief time on the Titanic, a kinship of sorts that spanned the unfair class divide. A story for the ages. ]