An Amicable Meeting

[Reeves]

He understood and sipped from his drink soon after she did, quietly enjoying his choice of beverage. Though he wasn't going to allow the sudden onset of silence to overstay its welcome.

"Your eyes, the freckles, the way you wear your hair, and even the scars - it's actually quite fetching." If she was expecting to hear him express disappointment then what he'd just said would come across as more than a little surprising. What's more was the fact that the words sounded genuine, coupled with the fact that if she paid attention there was a change in how his eyes regarded her. It no longer seemed like an idle attention to detail now, but rather appreciation instead.

That detail aside, he went after another topic of conversation he'd been thinking about. "Why do you think I called you here? You keep saying my reasoning can't have been so simple or mundane. That suggests you have your own idea of why I called. I'm curious." Soon after asking this, he set his drink down and more comfortably held eye contact. Apparently the visible imperfections were almost enviable to him, and it wasn't a grand mystery about why he saw it this way.