"I was going to say orchids," he admits when she gets close enough to hear him, working his jaw without looking up from his screen. His feet always get hot so he observes her with a tiny frown before returning to his messages. About a thousand texts from Happy, as usual. One from Rhodey. A million more from work proper.
After a few minutes, he starts to feel her gaze on him, shifting his glasses self-consciously up his nose as he starts drafting up a reply with quick traces of his finger.
"See something you like, Potts?" he quests, the tease clear in his voice.
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Date: 2015-12-03 12:21 am (UTC)After a few minutes, he starts to feel her gaze on him, shifting his glasses self-consciously up his nose as he starts drafting up a reply with quick traces of his finger.
"See something you like, Potts?" he quests, the tease clear in his voice.