[Tess thinks about how many stories she’s heard about his life and how little he’s heard of hers — it’s almost what she intended, staring over in a place where no one knew her old life, but she’s not sure she envisioned this moment where he’s right about her and completely wrong. Oh well, she thinks. Sold an image of herself as cold and got what she was asking for.
She just gives a bare smile.]
I’m glad to hear it. What’s the game plan?
[She resists the urge to point out that the stick worked anyway.]
no subject
She just gives a bare smile.]
I’m glad to hear it. What’s the game plan?
[She resists the urge to point out that the stick worked anyway.]