It actually startles a laugh out of him and he ducks his head over his coffee to contain it before looking back over at her with mirth sparkling through his gaze. What an idiot.
"I can tell you like it too," he points out teasingly, not sure if he's trying to goad her into denying it, but he thinks he likes when she gets indignant. He finishes off his dumb, smug statement with a canine head-tilt before slurping down more awful, burnt coffee that's still somehow too hot just to sip.
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Her glare glints, hardened but allowing a light through nonetheless. Damn feedback loop. The corners of her mouth take on a tautness as remaining expressionless now takes effort. He's goading her and she's allowing it. Because it's good kindling for a quickie, undeniably. Because her mornings, when she's awake for them, are all one dull blur lately, and this is something different. Interesting. That's as much as she'll knowingly refuse to admit. Calling it fun is just over the line.
"I always figured I didn't have the personality for waitressing." She lifts her mug, swirling it carefully. "Turns out I was just looking in the wrong places." The coffee and whiskey are barely mixed when she has a drink. It's awful and perfect and she sighs as she swallows.
Frank watches her with his own lips twitching, and though he's less concerned about acting goofy she's making it almost impossible not to fall in love on the spot. And that's definitely something he doesn't need to do. That sobering thought slowly widdles away his mirth even as he considers her point, trying to picture her working in this very diner.
"Not a chance," he comes down on, realizing just how ridiculous it is, Jessica Jones working as a mindless automaton among the rest. "You'd get bored, wouldn't you?" Get involved, more like. He narrows his eyes as he tries not to draw parallels between them.
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"I can tell you like it too," he points out teasingly, not sure if he's trying to goad her into denying it, but he thinks he likes when she gets indignant. He finishes off his dumb, smug statement with a canine head-tilt before slurping down more awful, burnt coffee that's still somehow too hot just to sip.
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"I always figured I didn't have the personality for waitressing." She lifts her mug, swirling it carefully. "Turns out I was just looking in the wrong places." The coffee and whiskey are barely mixed when she has a drink. It's awful and perfect and she sighs as she swallows.
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"Not a chance," he comes down on, realizing just how ridiculous it is, Jessica Jones working as a mindless automaton among the rest. "You'd get bored, wouldn't you?" Get involved, more like. He narrows his eyes as he tries not to draw parallels between them.