[Another space over and in brings her right up to the edge of the desk. The yellow lighter - plain as far as she can tell - stays in her hand, the fingers of her left tapping the business end of the thing against the palm of her right.]
I don't really see myself making too many movies.
[Claire leans to toss the yellow lighter back into the box with the rest of them. She sends a cursory glance over her shoulder as if she expects someone else to show up and save her from the situation, but she's the one who came when she didn't have to.]
What about you? Doctor until your career as a lighter salesman takes off? I don't want the glow in the dark or the laser pointer either, by the way.
[She refrains from holding her hand out but only just, as much as she manages to refrain from asking him why he offered in the first place.]
sometimes a little step is the greatest divide
I don't really see myself making too many movies.
[Claire leans to toss the yellow lighter back into the box with the rest of them. She sends a cursory glance over her shoulder as if she expects someone else to show up and save her from the situation, but she's the one who came when she didn't have to.]
What about you? Doctor until your career as a lighter salesman takes off? I don't want the glow in the dark or the laser pointer either, by the way.
[She refrains from holding her hand out but only just, as much as she manages to refrain from asking him why he offered in the first place.]