[One hand has long been off his wrist, but the other is still attached. Angela glances down at the table, his hand rubbing hers in the middle of it, a tiny smile playing at the corner of her lips as her brow once again goes up to the ceiling. Her forehead is getting quite the workout tonight, but it's not like she's telling him to stop.]
Then that's the bright spot in all of this. It's small, but it's there. You just have to notice it.
meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;
Then that's the bright spot in all of this. It's small, but it's there. You just have to notice it.