As if she didn't have enough to worry about , last thing she needed was another scratch to mend -.
Gonna give /her/ a contusion . . .
But, she answered - as polite as she could .
" ¿Cómo te va ? " Used to the tiptoeing, she could spot it from a mile away .
" - Black , and be generous with it ."
Well.. that was about what he’d expected, to be fair.
Pacing now, to step into her sightline.
“Lettie—.” On second thought. He had a better way to sit her down for a check-in.
“..I’m gonna.. brew some coffee. Long night ahead. You want the regular? Or maybe some tea to take the edge off.”