Okay, that? Not what she was expecting. She stops what she's doing, lifting her head to finally look him in the eye. The tone of his voice is what cuts right through her. It shouldn't, but it does. She feels... guilty? Which is ridiculous. She had no way of contacting him because this isn't REAL! None of this is real. Not even her marriage.
"Yeah, actually. Most of it. I mean, it gets kind of blurry after the third bottle of pre-celebratory champagne, but yeah." She drops the cotton pad and shrugs, looking around uncomfortably before her eyes find his again. "What do you want me to say, Matt? Sorry I didn't send you an invitation?"
She's gotta make this look good. She's gotta pretend she's following the rules, but the look on her face says something more than just what's coming out of her mouth. There's an urgency to her expression. Her icy eyes are wide and pleading, 'not here'. Not out in the open.
"Now's not the best time to catch up. I'm at work, dude." Another thing she never thought she'd hear herself say. WORK? WORKING? KENZI? No. It's fucked up.
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"Yeah, actually. Most of it. I mean, it gets kind of blurry after the third bottle of pre-celebratory champagne, but yeah." She drops the cotton pad and shrugs, looking around uncomfortably before her eyes find his again. "What do you want me to say, Matt? Sorry I didn't send you an invitation?"
She's gotta make this look good. She's gotta pretend she's following the rules, but the look on her face says something more than just what's coming out of her mouth. There's an urgency to her expression. Her icy eyes are wide and pleading, 'not here'. Not out in the open.
"Now's not the best time to catch up. I'm at work, dude." Another thing she never thought she'd hear herself say. WORK? WORKING? KENZI? No. It's fucked up.