Quietly I watched, my interest piqued.

The directions of their legs were converged, and both had their feet propped on the free chair across from them. Hers, lightly nudged against his calves, absently nudged and prodded as she stared into the distance, her brows furrowed as she pondered.

Occasionally she smiled to herself, betraying her attempt at masking the effect those thoughts were having on her. Judging by the way she squirmed from time to time, or bit her lip, there was a suggested deviancy about the private scenes playing in her head. He glaced at her expectantly as he waited. Even as she saw that, she merely smiled and did not speak, choosing instead to dangle her non-response like an unattainable bait.

I wondered what they were.

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